Revolutionaries - A Queensland TL

Standard disclaimer: fictional characters herein bear no resemblance to anyone, living or dead. The TL will be constructed out of 'omniscient narration' and character vignettes, with vignettes playing a much more prominent part once we get past the introduction (which requires backstory and all).

It's good to be back writing again.




Revolutionaries


The One Nation Government in Queensland, 1998-2001


Prologue

The Hanson government in Queensland was the most important state government, in terms of its political consequences, of the last half of the twentieth century. It challenged the essential foundations of Australian governance in the modern age: that economic rationalism is the only pragmatic course; that the two-party system is fixed and immutable; that the states are destined to decline into mere ‘service providers’, without capacity to form policy or shape the national debate. It shattered certain long-standing beliefs about Australia: that tolerance is deep-seated, that radicalism cannot inspire and motivate voters, and that conservative fiscal policies hold wide support within the community. It was a radical government, despite its conservative facade, and we still feel its effects in 2008.

A broad social and economic consensus, dating from Federation, was shattered by the Whitlam and Hawke governments. [1] To the extent governments prior to Whitlam considered social and cultural policies at all, they were instinctively conservative; economic policies were protectionist, paternalistic, and dominated by the politics of pork-barrelling. The arrival of economic rationalism, cultural liberalism, feminism, multiculturalism, free trade, and Aboriginal land rights was a peaceful revolution that replaced, all but completely, the Australia of decades previous.

The first symptoms of the Hanson revolution could be seen in the short-lived Howard government (1996-1998), elected in a landslide against the economically and socially reformist Paul Keating. (Hanson’s entire political persona and agenda were formulated as a rejection of everything Keating stood for.) Howard attempted to forge an electoral coalition of conservative blue-collar workers and the traditional Liberal base in small business. Had it not been for the Hanson phenomenon, he might well have succeeded; however, the sweeping reaction to the bipartisan consensus of 1972 to 1996 would instead be dominated by Pauline Hanson, who would destroy his government, arouse deep and rousing passions in the Australian electorate, and ultimately seize control of the third-largest state in the Australian federation.

Hansonism, 1996-1998

Pauline Hanson was a small-business (fish and chips) owner-operator in the hinterland city of Ipswich, long a Labor heartland. She was drawn to politics by social concerns: her opposition to Aboriginal affairs policies, multiculturalism, social liberalism and Asian immigration prompted her to stand for Liberal preselection prior to the 1996 election. At the time, she was given no chance of success; the seat of Oxley, held by Labor continuously for 35 years, was thought impregnable.

Once her letter to the local newspaper, the Queensland Times, decrying Aboriginal welfare, was published, however, she became a national sensation. Although disendorsed by the federal Liberal Party, she remained on the ballot as a Liberal candidate. Her simplistic, conservative populism appealed to local voters, who had suffered high rates of unemployment due to the decline of local industry. Her appeal was that of the ‘anti-politician’: uncharismatic, poorly educated, and frequently lapsing into ungrammatical spiels, she reflected deep-seated antagonism towards the two-party system. She was swept into Parliament with a double-digit swing against Labor.

Once in Parliament, Hanson attracted enormous publicity. In 1997, she was the second-most talked about person on radio and television, behind only the Prime Minister. [2] Her maiden speech, which combined a populist attack on Aborigines, immigrants, politicians and ill-defined ‘elites’ with a strident Australian nationalism, became a clarion call to many disenfranchised Australians. In October 1996, a hypothetical ‘Hanson-led party’ was polling at 18% of the vote, unprecedented support for a third party in Australian polling history. [3]

In early 1997, Hanson formed the One Nation party. Howard, recognising the threat posed by the new party to his hold on rural and socially conservative voters, attempted to pitch to the right. In particular, his response to the Kartinyeri decision, wherein the High Court struck down his attempts to override native title on Hindmarsh Island [4], was to criticise ‘political judges’, extensively amend native title legislation, and cut funds from the Aboriginal aid budget.
One Nation’s policies bear close examination, not because they shifted votes (they reflected the sentiments of existing voters, rather than attempting to appeal) but of what they represent of Hanson’s support base. The concerns of the party were almost entirely areas of social and cultural policy. They promised to cut most spending on Aboriginal affairs; to abolish policies of multiculturalism and dramatically decrease immigration, working to encourage ‘widespread use of English within all communities and institutions of the land.’ Citizens were ‘expected to have an overriding commitment to Australia and to accept the basic structures and principles of Australia’ – an expression not only of anti-immigrant sentiment, but also one intolerant of political dissent, given that One Nation’s policies also held that ‘organisations or individuals who deflect loyalty from Australia should be sidelined in debates on national issues.’

Furthermore, family law would be extensively reformed in response to demands from ‘fathers’ rights’ groups; Aboriginal land rights were to be extinguished; and arts and cultural funding was to be cut almost completely. Those who criticised One Nation as a ‘fascist’ group, with its overwhelming dedication to reactionary social policies, its commitment to the ‘leader’ (without Hanson, One Nation barely existed) and the overriding sense of persecution and paranoia that characterised its rhetoric, were not far off the mark. The anti-parliamentary support for ‘citizen-initiated referenda’ and the anti-judicial support for a panel of ‘ordinary citizens’ to survey judicial process and recommend dismissals suggest the barely-disguised authoritarianism inherent in One Nation’s ideology.
One Nation’s social policies were not merely reactionary, but revolutionary: they amounted to the greatest state-sponsored shift in values since the Whitlam era. A state under One Nation was to be transformed through all efforts of government: basic ideals of demography, culture, race relations, social ideals, and gender relations were to be reformed and shaped by an ambitious, far-reaching program to completely reject the last third of the twentieth century.

One Nation had few ideas for economic policy, with anti-state and interventionist groups within the party vying for influence. [6] The party aimed to re-introduce extensive and substantial tariff protection for Australian industries. They aimed to create a ‘people’s bank’, providing loans at a 2% interest rate and guaranteed by the government, in order to reinvest in industry. Their employment policies were perhaps the most extensive and interesting; apprentices were to be hired at state-sponsored wages (80% of salary for the first year of employment) to boost blue-collar industries. One Nation’s right-wing ideology was really largely a matter of social policy; economically, they were classic ‘agrarian socialists’, insofar as they had any policies at all. Their nationalism and rejection of ‘economic rationalism’ led to a commitment for increased funding for regional and rural services. In their continued commitment to big-government, economically interventionist, wage-subsidising, expensive expenditure policies, One Nation actually carved out a space to the left of both major parties. [7]

Having aided in breaking the bipartisan consensus over social policies, Hanson turned to pondering her political future. The community outrage over Kartinyeri in late 1997 drew her attention to Queensland politics. Polling indicated that, if she were to run, she could hold the balance of power in the Queensland Parliament.

Hence, in December 1997 Hanson announced that she would leave federal politics to contest the next Queensland state election, due mid-1998. At the time, many of her sympathisers in the media criticised this, claiming that if she had stayed in federal Parliament, she could have continued to influence the national debate. As it was, she was seen as merely aiming for a measure of power over parochial issues.
Not for the first or last time, the media were wrong.

Conquering Queensland: The Election

Hanson’s victory in the 1998 Queensland election can be attributed to five main factors.

First was her extraordinary popularity in her own right. Given media interest in her unusual style and policies, she was subjected to a flood of media coverage from the outset. This only served to help her. When she was articulate, the people knew; when she made gaffes, the people sympathised. As the Borbidge government flagged in the polls, she was increasingly treated as an alternative premier, participating in televised debates and maintaining a punishing media schedule. The Queensland electorate did not endorse One Nation policies, which were superficial generalities, or One Nation candidates; they endorsed Pauline Hanson.

However, One Nation candidates did play a role. Prior to Hanson’s move to state politics, it seemed likely that One Nation would endorse mediocre cranks and lunatics, give them very little publicity, and largely run simply to ‘fly the flag’. [5] That Hanson herself was running, rather than simply the ramshackle Queensland apparatus that existed independent from her, served to encourage reasonably respectable local personages to sign up to the cause – aided, no doubt, by the prospect of actual victory. [6] It ran a prominent local solicitor, Angus Lockey [7], in the seat of Hinchinbrook, who gave some intellectual credibility to the movement, along with Dr John Kingston in Maryborough. [8]

The third factor was a weak Coalition government. National Party premier Rob Borbidge held power only with the support of a sympathetic independent; his government, tied as it was with Howard’s increasingly unpopular federal government (particularly with his plans to introduce a GST and stronger gun controls), seemed drifting and intellectually bankrupt. In particular, rural areas, used to extensive subsidies under protectionism and the Joh Bjelke-Petersen regime, grew increasingly discontented with Borbidge’s hard-right economics and the federal anti-tariff policies.

The fourth factor was the Labor Party. National journalistic focus on Queensland paid dividends for One Nation with the revelation of extensive branch-stacking and electoral corruption in Queensland Labor; former state party president Mike Kaiser had his pre-selection for a safe seat withdrawn, sparking extensive party infighting. Opposition Leader Peter Beattie failed to capture the imagination of the voters; in particular, his populist charisma was overshadowed by Hanson’s increasingly strident appeals directly to the electorate, through tours of rural areas.

The fifth factor was National Party and Liberal Party preferences. Borbidge, recognising the impending mass defection of much of his party base, concluded a deal with One Nation for second-preferences in Queensland’s optional preferential system. [9] This way, he hoped, most One Nation voters would waste their votes in unwinnable seats, with their support flowing back to the Nationals through preferences. This, however, backfired, with extensive Liberal support in Queensland flowing to Labor through revulsion with Hanson’s policies.

The results of the election, on 13 June 1998, were a mammoth shock to every political observer. Some had predicted that One Nation would outpoll the Coalition; some predicted that Hanson would hold the balance of power; none, however, predicted the scale of the victory. Preferences made actual counting chaotic: the Nationals lost their safest seats to One Nation, while extreme marginal seats saw swings to the government. After extensive counting, Labor emerged with 39 seats, One Nation with 26, the Nationals with 15, the Liberals with 7, and with two independents. [8] The final vote tally was Labor 33.1% of the vote, One Nation 28%, Liberals with 14.6%, and the Nationals reduced to just 12.9%, with the rest scattered between independents and the Greens.

It was the election that stunned the world. From just a single disendorsed Liberal two years before, One Nation had become the largest conservative party in a hung Queensland parliament. The question was not whether Pauline Hanson would become Premier of Queensland, but on what terms.

[1] Paul Kelly’s theory of the ‘Australian settlement’.
[2] Andrew Markus, Race, 2001.
[3] Andrew Markus, Race, 2001.
[4] The POD. Kirby J dissented in OTL; in TTL, he was joined by Gaudron, Toohey and Brennan, forming a majority. In OTL, Toohey left the court the day before the judgment was handed out; in TTL, the case was heard some months earlier, due to a number of minor cases not proceeding to the High Court.
[5] Andrew Markus, Race, 2001.
[6] In TTL, Easytax is never considered. In OTL, Easytax, a consumption tax of 2% on everything, did more to damage One Nation’s credibility than even the palpable insanity of many of its supporters.
[7] Policies are from Andrew Markus, Race, 2001 and One Nation’s website from the time, accessible at www.gwb.com.au/gwb/hanson.html Marvel at late 90s web design – how far we’ve come.
[8] As in OTL.
[9] This is one of the main reasons why fringe parties don’t do well – if you’re on the fringe, no one will run, because they won’t win. The only people who do run are so off-putting that no one votes for you, and you stay on the fringe. That One Nation did so well in OTL seems more bizarre the more you think about it.
[10] Fictional name – I’m sure there are prominent local solicitors sympathetic to One Nation in Hinchinbrook, but I don’t know their names. I needed an Attorney-General and a big swing in Hinchinbrook, so I chose him.
[11] As in OTL.
[12] In OTL, One Nation did not give preferences; preference flows in TTL serve to deprive Labor of a majority.
[13] OTL result of 44 Labor, 11 One Nation, Liberal 9, Nationals 23. From the base of OTL 1998 results, Labor lost 9 seats to One Nation, the Nationals lost 6, 2 seats were lost from the Liberals to Labor, and 2 from Nationals to Labor.

Election Night, 13 June 1998...

It was madness in the tally room – Labor operatives screaming for numbers, Liberals taking off their shoes to add up preference flows with their toes, and Nationals openly weeping on the floor. ABC journalists intoned sombrely up above, and somewhere, Antony Green was doing the numbers.
In One Nation’s corner of the floor – guarded by two ex-bikers, turned to messianic and muscular Christianity – Samantha Calden and Mark Vass took calls from scrutineers, scratched numbers out with rapidly emptying pens, and sloshed cups of acrid coffee.

‘Mackay’s down,’ Mark said, after a panicked and hysterical phone call from a central Queensland booth. ’51 to 49, Labor second. Scratch it up as one of ours.’
A moment’s pause. ‘Done.’ Samantha’s mouth moved softly as she counted down rows of hastily-written names. ‘That’s fourteen seats from Labor, two unconfirmed – twelve seats from the Nats, one still too close to call – Jesus Christ, Mark, I think we’ve won.’
Mark blinked. He dropped his pen. ‘What do you mean, won? We’ve got barely a quarter of the seats – we’ll just be kingmakers in a –‘
‘Pay attention, bozo,’ she snapped, somewhat affectionately. ‘The Coalition will never back Labor. Not in a million years. I don’t care if we’re in a coalition or minority or whatever, but this is it. We won the election, and Pauline’s going to be Premier.’

She smiled. Tall, blond, and faintly tanned, she was denied beauty only by ink-stained fingers, scuffed suits and a complete unconcern for physical appearance. Even so, Mark was hopelessly, secretly, overwhelmingly besotted.

On her passport, Samantha Calden called herself a ‘poet’, because they’d disallowed ‘crusader’. Born under Bjelke-Petersen’s comforting paternalism, she had the brains to go to university, but didn’t – they had nothing to teach her that she needed or valued. Instead, she’d drifted through the fringes of right-wing groups – she’d run the numbers for Joh for Canberra, manned booths for the Confederate Action Party, and even spent time as an independent councillor on the Sunshine Coast, crusading against drugs, youth and crime. To scratch out a living otherwise, she wrote poems about national greatness and natural beauty – sunshine on the wattles, blood spilt for our national heritage, and otherwise. She was a true believer in the cause; a devout, messianic machine hack, who dreamt of the day when she’d be called upon to give her life for Hanson and Australia. Every fantasy she had was of divine sacrifice and martyrdom. She lived her life by certain simplicities – white Australia, Christianity, ‘traditional values’, national unity, and respect for heritage. She was Hanson’s campaign manager.

Mark Vass had arrived at Hansonism by a different route. On his passport, he wrote ‘political adviser’. He’d worked with Wayne Goss, until Kevin Rudd threw a dinner plate at his head – he’d masterminded Keating’s Queensland strategy in 1993, until resigning in an epithet-filled missive – and he’d devoted all but two years of his political life to the Australian Labor Party. He didn’t believe in white Australia. He didn’t oppose land rights. He didn’t oppose multiculturalism. He just didn’t care, one way or another – he believed ‘social stuff’ was entirely outside the scope of what government should do.

Instead, Mark had been trained in economics. Where the dispossession of Aborigines left him entirely cold, he could shed real tears over privatisation. Where Bjelke-Petersen’s authoritarianism seemed to him simply ‘firm government’, he’d marched for years against his underfunding of public services. If you asked him about any aspect of Christian doctrine, he’d draw a blank; but if you’d asked him about the provision of services to regional areas and the role of the welfare state in promoting egalitarianism, he’d rattle off a spiel more precious to him than any religion. He’d been drawn to Hanson out of disgust with modern Labor, which he saw as having sold out socialism and the workers. He moved awkwardly amongst the right-wing ideologues who comprised the brains trust of the movement, but had risen to the top through political skills and obvious intelligence. He was Hanson’s policy director.

Another call came in – this time, from Hinchinbrook, where Angus Lockey had opened up a commanding lead. He wrote down the numbers, and turned to Samantha. ‘We’d better call Pauline.’

The Day After, 14 June 1998...

1 AM on the Sunshine Coast. The ragged remains of the parliamentary National Party limped back to Rob Borbidge’s office, to lick their wounds and cry into their beers.

Ministers had lost their seats. The party’s vote total had fallen to an unsurpassed extent in Australian history – less than 13% had given the party their first preference, where once the Nationals had ruled Queensland alone and supreme. Only the strange apportionment of Queensland seats had allowed them to retain a solid caucus. But it was obvious to all that the Borbidge premiership had ended, and in the most disastrous of ways.

A grizzled operative, Timothy Quick, who’d seemed elderly even since Joh, snapped down the phone. ‘Just talked to Santoro,’ he growled. ‘The Libs will follow us, whatever we do. Seems Howard’s been on the phone – if they back Beattie, they’re all dead meat.’
‘Good.’ Borbidge still seemed shattered. He’d thought, even up to election day, that he would be re-elected. He’d gone from peacock to feather duster. ‘Should we make the call to Hanson?’
‘I’d advise against it, sir,’ said Meakin – Borbidge didn’t know his last name, didn’t much care. He was the son of a Gold Coast property developer, shunted onto the campaign to gain ‘life experience’, in return for contributions. It was a necessary evil. ‘We don’t want to show that we’re desperate. The more aloof we seem, the better deal we’ll get.’
Quick scowled. ‘Listen, you little uni prick, you don’t know nothing about politics. We are goddamn desperate. They’ll cut any deal they want out of our hides, get us to lick their boots and make us like it. What, you think we’ll get something out of delaying the inevitable?’
‘There’s no need to talk to me like that,’ said Meakin, smoothly. ‘All I’m suggesting is, make a few feints towards Labor, suggest a new election to the media, and then they’ll offer us half the cabinet. That’s really the best deal we can get, isn’t it?’

Away from the growing argument, Lawrence Springborg – young, fit, slightly clueless – edged closer to Borbidge. ‘Rob,’ he said, quietly. ‘I kept my seat by three thousand votes. A new election would kill me, mate. You send us back to the polls, it’ll make us look like sore losers – like politicians. It’d be the end of the National Party.’
‘Yeah, I know, mate,’ Borbidge drawled. ‘But what the hell do you think we should do? One Nation are cavemen. Just absolute effing idiots. We let them into government, on any terms, and Queensland’s screwed. Worse, if we go into coalition with them, we’ll get blamed for anything they do. That stupid bloody People’s Bank and all. You think people will vote for the Nats once we get Hanson’s footprints all over us?’
Springborg shrugged. ‘When you lose, you lose,’ he said. ‘We lost. So we move on.’

Arranging Government

Borbidge’s first offer to Hanson, two days after the election, was intentionally outrageous. Half the cabinet, including the Treasury; acceptance of the entire National Party policy platform; and a new election in 18 months. One Nation would have gained the premiership, but little else. This deal was rejected out of hand.

Hanson’s counter-offer was formulated by her chief political strategist, Samantha Calden. The Nationals would receive three cabinet positions: Treasury, Education and Industrial Relations. Their policies would be considered on a case-by-case basis. In return, they would guarantee passage of all One Nation bills, and agree to extend the parliamentary term to four years.

This deal came close to acceptance, until it was leaked to Nationals Senator Bill O’Chee. O’Chee, an economic ‘dry’ of mixed Chinese and Irish descent, was outraged at the notion of a coalition with a racist, anti-economic rationalist party. He urged federal Nationals leader Tim Fischer and Prime Minister John Howard to veto any coalition, and leaked the proposed deal to the media. Ensuing outrage scuppered the plan.

Ironically, this served One Nation’s interests better than any other proposed deal. Tentative overtures were made by Borbidge to Beattie for a six-month ‘grand coalition’, to keep One Nation out of power; however, inability to agree on any aspect of government, and personal hostility, made this an unviable option. Two weeks after the election, Queensland still had no deal for a future government.

Finally, a deal was concluded between Hanson and Borbidge, signed by both party leaders on 4 July, 1998. One Nation would form minority government, backed on matters of supply by the Nationals and Liberals. The Nationals would retain discretion as to whether to support or oppose bills, but would be required to negotiate with One Nation prior to blocking government legislation. The National’s spending promises -- $4.8 billion in capital works projects, largely pork-barrelling rather than government policies – were to be implemented.

It was a capitulation by the Coalition, brought about by federal interference rather than genuine policy concord. Instead of distancing the Nationals from One Nation, it instead served to tar the Nationals even further – One Nation would now have executive carte blanche to implement its program. The revolution had begun.
 
July 5 1998, Day One...

Andrew Middleton stared at his reflection in the shaving mirror. Hair cut for practicality, not style; meticulously shaven; looking somewhat younger than 50, but only because he didn’t get enough sunlight. The face of a public servant.

He had been in the Queensland public service for twenty-five years, rising from a minor clerk to a senior position in Treasury. His father had been a Commonwealth public servant; his grandfather had served as a royal courtier; and his great-grandfather had sat in the Parliament as Westminster. The son of bureaucratic nobility, forced now to minister to rednecks and radicals. His father had served, for a few months, as a department secretary under Whitlam; the shock of it had forced his retirement. Andrew knew how he had felt.

The retiring ministers and their coterie of flunkies had had time, in the chaotic near-month since the election, to clear out their offices and destroy incriminating materials. Every office was bare. Even paintings had been taken down and filed away. What few staff One Nation employed wandered the hallways, looking shellshocked. Even they had never expected this.

Middleton’s first scheduled meeting was with Samantha Calden, chief of staff to the Premier. Mark Vass had gathered a few bright-looking party volunteers and formed a Policy Development Unit. He sat on a bare and broken chair somewhere in the parliamentary labyrinth, looking glum. Samantha chewed on a pen. Middleton walked in, looking relieved to see what appeared to be normal people; he even recognised Mark, although not very favourably.

‘Good morning, Miss Calden, Mr Vass,’ he said, smoothly, plunking sheathes of files on a bare metal desk. ‘I’m Andrew Middleton, your Treasury attaché; we’ll be working very closely together, over the next few months.’
‘Years,’ Samantha interjected, coldly. Middleton shifted track.
‘Yes, of course,’ he said. ‘Now, these,’ he shifted paper across the table, ‘are our budget estimates for the next year. Based on the previous government’s expenditure, of course. Generally, new governments don’t reallocate very much of the budget, just to stay on a sound footing—‘
Previous governments were more interesting in lining the pockets of corporate sponsors than providing services,’ Vass snapped. ‘We’re not like previous governments, Mr Middleton. We’re going to hit the ground running – things are going to change, quickly, and if you can’t keep up then you’re gonna be left behind.’

A pause.
‘I see,’ said Middleton, quietly. ‘What changes did you have in mind?’
Samantha produced a document from her briefcase. ‘This is One Nation’s budget policy. We’ll be implementing it in the next few weeks.’

It was a two-page document. [1] One page was cuts; one page was new programs. The introduction – ‘In these hard economic times, it is necessary to ensure these funds are allocated as evenly and as fairly as possible across the state, and adequate funds flow to country and regional areas’ – was enough to chill Middleton’s heart. Real governments hedged their bets. They didn’t say things like that, much less try to implement them. His eyes drifted down the list of cuts.

‘I see,’ he repeated. ‘You want to abolish arts funding, abolish all Aboriginal funding—‘
‘All race-specific Aboriginal funding,’ Mark pressed. ‘We’re not discriminatory. We should distribute funds based on need.’
‘Hmm,’ said Middleton, non-committal. ‘You want a balanced budget, that’s good...with these cuts, we can surely—‘

And then he saw the expenditure proposal.
‘$150 million for the ‘Queensland Trust’,’ he said, delicately. ‘Tell me...what is the ‘Queensland Trust’?’
Mark’s eyes lit up. ‘It’s our plan to restore the state’s economy.’

He set out on a spiel about the Trust. It was the first step towards a state-owned bank, the People’s Bank, which would provide capital for industrial and regional development. The Trust, drawing upon government revenues, would issue loans at 2% interest to manufacturing, farmers, and businesses. Targeted loans would reduce unemployment, by creating jobs; entire industries would be saved by the provision of cheap capital; and the State would resume its traditional role as a protector of the people, against unemployment, deprivation and competition.

There was an extended pause, while Mark regained his breath and Middleton sucked in air through his teeth. Blood fled from his face.

‘Is $150 million,’ he finally asked, ‘how much money will be allocated, or an estimate?’
‘An estimate,’ Mark said. ‘The Trust will be funded on a needs basis.’
Middleton looked like he’d been punched in the gut. ‘I see,’ he wheezed. ‘Well, we’ll need to do some modelling. It should certainly be easier to accomplish than a ‘people’s bank’.’
‘Yes, of course,’ said Samantha, nodding. ‘We’ll introduce that next year.’

You are trespassers in my house, Middleton thought. You are rednecks and lunatics and illiterate morons. You gained barely a quarter of the vote; you are not legitimate. And this nation will be best served by your removal from office.

Instead, he instinctively, compulsively nodded. ‘Yes, of course.’

The First Week

Even after the shock election result, many Australians denied that a One Nation state government was possible. It was thought that the Nationals would retain the premiership, even with One Nation support; that the Liberals would cross the floor to back Labor; or that a new election would be held momentarily. Even after Hanson was sworn in by the Queensland Governor, many in the media predicted the new government would last a matter of weeks.

The Cabinet was a ragbag affair, rewarding loyalty and prominence rather than administrative skill. Heather Hill became Deputy Premier and Minister for Community Services and Culture; Bill Feldman became Minister for Police and Justice; Dr John Kingston became Minister for Health; and Angus Lockey, the only MP with legal qualifications, became Attorney-General. The actual composition of the ministry, however, was relatively irrelevant; all policy and management were controlled from Hanson’s office. Courtiers vied for the Premier’s favour, the sole source of political authority.

The first week of the Hanson administration saw a blizzard of policy activity, amounting to a complete repudiation of state government since 1989. The Queensland Anti-Discrimination Board was immediately shut down, and ‘multiculturalism’ scrapped as government policy. Arts grants and programs, totalling nearly $100 million, were immediately shut down. Hanson, who held the Aboriginal Affairs portfolio herself, announced the government’s sweeping plans for cuts to Aboriginal welfare policies, including the entire Office of Aboriginal Affairs and plans to form a Native Title Tribunal. Plans were drafted for a new Crimes Act, including mandatory sentencing, ‘truth in sentencing’ provisions, and reforms to court procedure. In a sign of the times, the government’s first announcement was plans to build a new maximum security prison in Longreach, in central Queensland. [2]

The reaction of the Queensland population to these measures was mixed...

July 6 1998, Day Two...

‘All right!’
Matt Hambly thumped the veranda when he heard about it. The end of the Office of Multicultural Affairs – gone, like that. With a wave of the Premier’s hand.
Hambly lived in Ipswich – Hanson’s heartland. He’d worked in a steel mill for twenty-three bloody years. Twenty-three hard, hot, tiring, awful years, but it was a job, the only job he’d ever had, the only job he thought he’d ever need.

Then they started arriving. Asians. Ready to work on the smell of an oily rag, never complaining, never even speaking. They’d never heard Waltzing Matilda. They didn’t know what it was to wake up at 10 am on Australia Day, already half-pissed in anticipation, to eat sausages straight off the barbie and stand in the crowd at the cricket.

They’d taken his job. The mill got smaller and smaller as the owners receded further overseas, and what jobs they had left went to anyone willing to endure worse and worse conditions – and, finally, he wasn’t.

This veranda wasn’t his. It was his mother-in-law’s house, where he and the missus and three kids lived on her sufferance. Unemployed, unemployable, living from day to day on what odd jobs he could find. Too proud to take the dole until last year.

His thoughts fed upon themselves, stewing in pathetic self-loathing and contempt. He noticed anyone who didn’t look like him on the streets, and in noticing paid more attention, noticing yet more. He felt persecuted, ostracised, the victim of a conspiracy against people like him – proud Aussies.

And so he cheered for Pauline.

July 7, Day Three...

Paper fluttered around the office. Files were forced into shredders. Even the plastic plants were binned. Security guards stood at the doors, ready to escort young lawyers off the premises.

David Knight worked for the Aboriginal Legal Service in Queensland. Twenty-five years old – conceived on December 2, as he liked to say. Motivated by passionate, unblinking, irrational, faintly bigoted, condescending idealism, he saw in himself (distinct from actual qualities) an unbending desire to do good. He stood up for those who no one else would even notice.

And now it was all coming to an end. Funding cut, just like that, with the flick of a pen. Hundreds of millions of dollars to redress Australia’s original sin – the dispossession of the First Australians. It was like a nightmare, everything worse, impossibly worse than he could possibly have imagined. The idea that Australia, a peaceful and tolerant society that had never known war nor violence (except, he corrected himself, against its original inhabitants), could suddenly turn so viciously upon its most underprivileged individuals was completely irrational. Like a car parked on three wheels.

David Knight had lived his entire conscious life in a society where elections didn’t really change anything – the country changed, and politicians just reflected that. Bjelke-Petersen and Goss and Hawke and Howard had just emerged from the country’s ether, reflecting a nation back at itself. Not this time. This time, politicians were reshaping Australia.

And so he cursed Pauline.

July 8, Day Four...

Freezing cold out in the west, at seven AM, and yet Brian Langley was still out there, chasing brain-addled sheep halfway to Cloncurry on a tractor barely worth a dollar. The grass was grey and frost-bitten, stretching out towards the horizon in every direction.

Langley was young, barely thirty. He’d grown up around here, on the western plains, empty and harsh lands stretching from the Great Dividing Range to the NT border. He didn’t care much for politics, although he voted National from instinct. His horizons were limited. He cared for wool prices and mutton and the day-to-day crises of farming life.

Even so, he wasn’t entirely ignorant. He’d seen Hanson, once, on her tours of the west of the state, and hadn’t been impressed. He thought of himself as a party to an unspoken social contract: if politicians were reasonably competent, professional and smart, then he would let them remain politicians. Hanson failed all three.

But, of course, he hadn’t expected her to win. No one had. And yet here she was, announcing policies every day, the sort of stuff the Nats hadn’t cared about for decades. One Nation’s primary industries policy was 10 pages long and technically detailed: it was obvious where the interests of its base lay. They were going to buy back the farms, literally, restricting foreign ownership; they would give grants through the Trust for infrastructure improvements, the sort of stuff Langley had been wanting for years; and they would subsidise any rural industry to the hilt. Back to the days of a pound of wool for a pound – even though they didn’t use pounds any more. [3]

Langley, so far as he was aware of all this, was impressed. He didn’t think they made politicians like that – damn the expense, services must be provided! The roads must go through!

And so he cheered for Pauline.

July 9, Day Five...

Five hours into his shift, Danh Jao was finally beginning to notice it.

They’d cancelled his English language classes on the second day. That was no big deal; he’d been learning for years, now, and was good enough to get by. It was largely a social thing, anyway – to meet other refugees, to share stories, to have someone of his own background to talk to.

He’d fled Vietnam in the early 90s, on a leaky boat built for sixty and carrying two hundred. Some minor acts of political dissent, the sort of stuff that was considered part of the Aussie vernacular, had earned him a permanent exile from his homeland. He’d come to Queensland because the climate reminded him most of Vietnam. Back home, he’d been a schoolteacher; here, he was a taxi driver.

There had been racism in the past: generally reasonably subtle, quite often not. But it was outweighed by a genuine desire, amongst the Australians he’d met, to make him feel comfortable. Racism and bonhomie could intermingle, in the same person, with the jocular Australian familiarity with strangers crashing through all boundaries. He’d completely ignored Pauline Hanson until recently – politicians never made much difference to him, and the idea that someone so obviously hostile to immigrants could achieve any success in a country as good and openhearted as Australia seemed insane.

But things had been different recently. People had been less open, less willing to chat about their lives; the epithets and subtle insults had grown more frequent; the askance glances and murmurs to other passengers seemed less subtle, more hurtful.

To attribute all this to Hanson seemed ridiculous. She’d only been in government for five days; barely time to put her name on the desk, much less change the face of a state. But somehow discredited and doubtful attitudes gained legitimacy from what she said, how she acted. She shaped the terms of acceptable discourse – things previously unimaginable wormed their way to the surface. Danh Jao, after the ninth ‘gook’ and the tenth ‘chink’, after five hours of the stuff, finally realised that this was going to be Queensland for the next few years, and perhaps forever.

And so he cursed Pauline.

[1] Accessible at http://www.gwb.com.au/onenation/qldstate/polbudg.htm.
[2] All plans extracted from Andrew Markus, Race, 2001.
[3] All plans from http://www.gwb.com.au/onenation/qldstate/polprim.htm.
 
The Second Week

By now, Mark Vass had gained himself a staff. He’d put out tenders in the Courier-Mail; quietly, so that no one knew just how ramshackle the Hanson operation was. She’d won on name recognition and resentment, not policies; now that the dust had settled, they needed to actually do something.

Because what, after all, could they do? They couldn’t stop immigration. They couldn’t restore tariffs. They couldn’t scrap treaties. They couldn’t overturn Mabo. They couldn’t repeal the federal Racial Discrimination Act. All they had were the powers of the state: education, transport, health, and a bully pulpit. Hanson had run for Queensland only because the promise of the balance of power seemed so tempting; not even the most fanciful of her supporters had imagined this.

But now they were in government, and they had to make do with what they had. Mark had hired bright urban planners, economics students, and former government apparatchiks. Other staffers could work on the government’s initiatives in crime and social policy; he, however, was here to build a state.

He spread a giant map of Queensland, one metre by two, across the main table in the Policy Development offices. In one hand he held a felt tip marker; he jabbed at places and names on the map with the other.

‘Our first priority is employment,’ he said. ‘Everything else flows from there. Once the Budget’s passed, we’ll advertise for Trust tenders in Ipswich,’ he circled it with the marker, ‘Gladstone,’ another circle, ‘and Mount Isa. Our main focus will be manufacturing and mining. Primary and secondary industries. For the first year, at least, we don’t bother with tertiary job creation; they’re not the ones who’ve suffered under economic rationalism, after all.’
‘How much money are we thinking?’ asked Frank Patrick, PhD student at QUT, Labor-leaning but only interested in politics at the academic level. Mark prided himself on attracting former Labor supporters; it was evidence of his central idea, that One Nation could transcend and combine right and left.
‘Depends. $150 million is a low figure, basically just there so we could sell it as a balanced budget. This re-investment is the centrepiece of our economic agenda: it’s not going to be cheap, but we wouldn’t want it to be. Even with 2% interest, we’re going to make a fortune out of this, one day.’
‘What about regional services?’ asked Harry Blaxland, a former accountant from Up North. He’d been hired mainly because of his connections to figures in the far-right movement; in particular, he was known for passionate articulation of the Bradford Scheme, whereby the rivers of northern Australia would be diverted inland, transforming the climate (in theory).
‘Right. Regional services. First up, this isn’t a pork-barrelling thing, and don’t let the media sell it that way: it’s a major infrastructure and investment program, helping out people who’ve missed out on proper services simply because of where they live. Got it?’
They all nodded, even if some weren’t quite sure of the difference.
‘Right. Schools are first on the mark. Public schools in the west and north of the state have been starved for decades. Not even Bjelke-Petersen could be bothered to make the investment. So we’re going to spend nearly a hundred million on infrastructure upgrades...’

They argued, proposed ideas, came to compromises on the wilder concepts. Lines were squiggled across the map, growing bolder as the day wore on: railway lines all across the west, the transformation of Gympie into a major manufacturing zone, a superhighway all the way from the Gold Coast to Cairns. All the checks that normally restrained and shackled government – political expediency, cautiousness, plausibility, due process – had been broken, by accident and design, and the State was in the hands of amateurs.

Citizen-Initiated Referenda

The far right in Queensland has a long and largely undistinguished history, marked by bursts of surprising electoral success (of which One Nation was both the most surprising and successful). One of the keystones of this movement has been the idea of the Citizen-Initiated Referendum as a main tool of government, premised as a populist revolt against government authority. (This, again, highlights the unlikely alliance between economic interventionists and extreme libertarians in the One Nation movement.)

The introduction of CIR was barely foreshadowed during the campaign, focused as it was upon Hanson’s personality and conservative social policies, but was an early focus of activity during the Hanson government. As eventually formulated, 80 000 authenticated signatures would be required to hold a referendum on any subject, including the recall of judges and the introduction of legislation. A simple majority was required for the success of such a referendum, and a law introduced by such means could only be repealed after a year’s implementation, after another referendum. CIR, in practice, was largely seen as a means of enforcing a right-wing social agenda through appeal to the ‘silent majority’.

Once Parliament reconvened, Opposition Leader Peter Beattie moved an immediate motion of no confidence in the Hanson government. Three Liberal MPs crossed the floor to vote against the government; however, with all One Nation, National, and independent MPs voting with the government, Hanson remained in power. The dissident Liberals formed their own parliamentary caucus, the Centre Party, further leading to the decline of the Queensland Liberals. Hanson’s majority in the Parliament was very slender, with 46 votes in favour and 42 against. An independent, Peter Wellington, became Speaker, holding a casting vote.

The first bill considered by the new Parliament was the Referendum Act, allowing for the implementation of CIR; it passed with One Nation, Nationals, and independent support, with the Liberal Party abstaining. The Labor Party were particularly heated during the debate on the Bill:

...this is a farce, a badly-drafted, idiotic, almost unimaginably dangerous Bill...

...the National Party, by backing the insane policies of the Member for Ipswich [Hanson], have diminished the authority of this chamber and government in this State...

...this is a joke! Mr Speaker, this Bill represents the dream of the League of Rights, an anti-Semitic, racist organisation...how long will it be before the government admit the influence of such extremist organisations over their party?

...Mr Speaker, the government holds no authority, the government has no sensible policies, the government is simply propped up by the Member for Sunshine Coast [Borbidge] and his cowardly refusal to face the people and dissolve this unworkable Parliament...

...this Parliament will undoubtedly go down as the worst in Queensland history. An extremist, fascist government, elected by barely a quarter of the population, is attempting to erase the last 25 years of Queensland history. If this is what the next three years will look like, Mr Speaker, then may God save Queensland – because it doesn’t look like anyone else will...

Upon the passage of the Bill, and Royal Assent, attempts began to gather signatures for referenda to re-introduce capital punishment, to declare Queensland a ‘Christian state’ (something Hanson, personally agnostic, refused to do), and for the repeal of all of Hanson’s acts thus far. Showing some sense, at least, referendums could not be used to recall politicians.

Day Twelve...

Mark returned home to a darkened and dingy apartment, in the inner suburbs of Brisbane, after a day of flushed faces and screaming matches. The debate was over the Trust – it was always over the bloody Trust. The public servants loathed the thought of it, the social conservatives thought it was barely a priority, the League of Rights were prepared to go for war to it, the economic nationalists thought it didn’t go far enough and the Premier could barely keep her mind on it for five minutes at a time.

They needed professionals, he realised. The ALP and the Coalition nurtured hacks in their ranks for decades – eager young policy experts ready to be unleashed whenever they won enough seats. They’d grown stale, inbred, corrupt and lost all commitment to the workers’ struggle, but at least they could run the state from day-to-day. One Nation had Pauline Hanson, a few temps, and the weirdest fringes of the Queensland far right.

It was already 8:06 PM and he hadn’t eaten since breakfast. The concept of cutting open a Lean Cuisine and shovelling microwave pasta into his mouth in front of TV repeats in his pyjamas stretched in front of him, and with it, every night for the foreseeable future...

So he decided to call Samantha.

They ate fish and chips at a riverside restaurant. The waiters were Asian – she noticed, he didn’t. (He was much more concerned with the bill.) She spoke constantly, barely pausing for breath, about the reform proposal.

‘Feldman’s going over the drafts of the Crimes Act at the moment – they’re saying the People’s Tribunal is unconstitutional, but that’s silly, Angus says Kable doesn’t work that way – next week Feldman’s going to issue the new regulations for police. Expanded powers to order youth off the streets, limitations on when you need a warrant, less pussyfooting around and more oomph! How’s your fish?’
‘Lovely,’ he murmured. Her hair was loose and dishevelled; she’d spent all day in meetings with ministers and public servants, as the driving force behind the government’s social reforms.
‘Pauline’s very concerned with ethnic and racial affairs at the moment. Destroying the Aboriginal industry is going to completely consume the first year of the government – we’re going to challenge Mabo in the High Court, hopefully Howard’s new justices will see reason, although I doubt it. It’s all about keeping up the fight, not giving in to their demands. And there’s multiculturalism, of course, although what we really need is to slow immigration. How’s your work been?’
Mark smiled. ‘Fantastic. Just unbelievable. I mean, I worked with Goss, I worked with Keating,’ she winced, ‘and they were never like this. Everything was completely constrained. We weren’t to annoy big business. We weren’t to move too quickly. We weren’t to try and change the distribution of wealth. With Labor you had to push and fight and scratch for a thousand years to push any reform, no matter what size. With One Nation I say ‘let’s rebuild Queensland manufacturing’ and then we do it. It’s...well, astonishing. Just what I’ve always dreamed.’
She smirked. ‘You always dreamed of radical policy reform?’
He blushed. ‘Well, yes. Ever since high school, at least. I never cared about the social stuff, all the things you work on; even stuff I do care about, it’s not for government to decide. But when there’s still poverty and inequality and, you know, deprivation and all that, in 1998 for gods sakes, in the richest nation on Earth...well, that’s intolerable. Something has to be done. And only One Nation seems to know what to do, or has the will to do it.’

The earnestness of the speech made her giggle, involuntarily. He looked briefly shattered. Then she reached over and clutched his hand.
‘Oh, Mark,’ she said, ‘we’d still be in the wilderness if not for people like you.’

He got back to his apartment around 10:30, alone. No missed phone calls. No email messages. His friends from his Labor days – not that he’d ever really had any, work was his true calling – had ostracised him since he started associating with Hanson. His entire life up to 1997 had simply disintegrated. Even his family were chilly towards him, for linking himself to ‘that mad fascist Hanson.’

Well, let them have their pride. Let them have their tight little dinner parties and their snobbery and their obsession with culture and race. He knew, deep in his heart, that One Nation wasn’t the party he wanted: that such a party didn’t exist, and probably never had. But as long as he could keep ignoring the awkward silences when he talked about socialism, and pushing on with the bold and radical schemes only they would implement, he could stay up on the tightrope. It was all a matter of balance.

Multiculturalism

One of the Hanson government’s first acts in office was to abolish multiculturalism as official state government policy. By executive order on the third day, the Anti-Discrimination Board was abolished, and the Anti-Discrimination Act 1991 (Qld) repealed in the first parliamentary sitting.

The government’s lead was largely rhetorical. Hanson, in response to a Dorothy Dixer in Question Time (indicating that some traditions, at least, survived the formation of a new government), declared her intent for ‘a Queensland that is proud of itself, proud of its history, proud of its shared heritage’, and denounced ‘people in our community who don’t obey our laws and don’t accept our values. If you don’t like Queensland, fine – go somewhere else. But if you live here you’re expected to be a Queenslander, through and through.’ The speech was widely reported in the national media.

Hanson’s election was widely denounced by ethnic communities throughout Australia. The Uniting Church, in an unprecedented and much-criticised move, signalled ‘disappointment’ at Hanson’s election, although clarified that this was merely in terms of the division she ignited in the Australian community; a Statement of Opposition was signed by prominent non-Anglo Australians, showing their support for multiculturalism and opposition to Hanson’s extreme stance; and all living former Prime Ministers, except John Gorton, appeared at a Sydney rally, Say No To Hanson.

The Government’s actions were constrained, however, by the federal Racial Discrimination Act. Since Koowarta v Bjelke-Petersen (1982), the Act had been upheld as a valid use of the Commonwealth external affairs power. With, however, a different composition of the High Court, the Government decided to challenge the validity of the Act, re-opening settled precedent and potentially allowing for the enactment of discriminatory legislation.

Reactions to Hanson’s moves were mixed...

...this paper has been one of the strongest voices of opposition to Hanson’s misguided policies on foreign relations, economic policy, and Aboriginal affairs, but we must offer our qualified support for her stance on multiculturalism. This divisive and ill-considered policy, long an article of bipartisan faith, has been decisively repudiated by the Premier in favour of a policy of ‘Shared Values’, prioritising Queensland’s history, culture and traditions. The racial undercurrent to her statements thus far must be deplored, but such measures can only, in the long run, serve to unite, not divide, Australia...

...the Premier’s recent announcements have been a welcome breath of fresh air in a country too long stifled by political correctness and reverse racism, even if the pace of our new government seems relentless. Ending the spigot of funding to the Asian grievance industry, and promoting unity, not division, in Queensland, will finally allow for true tolerance, not based on handouts to individual racial groups. The next step must be to challenge bipartisan policies on Aboriginal affairs...

With a few words in Parliament, and a few executive acts that can only be characterised as ‘spiteful’, Premier Hanson has dragged her state back to the dark old days of Bjelke-Petersen. Multiculturalism has served to enrich Australia and has promoted tolerance, not division; the extreme scare tactics of One Nation can only be considered to be rooted in a deep-seated and endemic racism. That the Queensland coalition parties continue to back her government is unconscionable...

The obsessive and exhaustive media coverage of Hanson’s government over the last two weeks has already done more to promote social division than any actual policy she could implement. Every word she says is reported, scrutinised, and used by her supporters and opponents to batter their rivals in ideological struggle. She has turned Asians against non-Asians, Aboriginals against later settlers, and the world against Australia. This paper must urge: if we ignore her, might she go away?
 

Riain

Banned
Do I detect a major centralisation of govt power, in favour of the Commonwealth, in the offing?
 
This is great, BlackMage - I loved "Advance Australia", and this looks even better.

all living former Prime Ministers, except John Gorton, appeared at a Sydney rally, Say No To Hanson.
Is that because he would support Hanson (which doesn't seem right to me), or just because he's 87 years old at this point and can't bring himself to rallies?
 

RKO General

Banned
This is great, BlackMage - I loved "Advance Australia", and this looks even better.

Is that because he would support Hanson (which doesn't seem right to me), or just because he's 87 years old at this point and can't bring himself to rallies?


Gorton would never have supported Hanson
 
This is great, BlackMage - I loved "Advance Australia", and this looks even better.

Is that because he would support Hanson (which doesn't seem right to me), or just because he's 87 years old at this point and can't bring himself to rallies?

Well, in the early 1990s Gorton very strongly denounced Aboriginal land rights, and made some rather racist statements about Aborigines. I was working on that basis.

Gorton would never have supported Hanson

Hmm...probably not...but in terms of her robust nationalism, she did rather resemble him.

Gorton was just too frail to travel far by then

He would send a message to be read out at the rally though

Well, the compromise I've come up with is that he will take no stance one way or another. Whitlam, Fraser, Hawke and Keating would definitely have made their voices heard, though.

Thank you all very much for your kind words and interest -- next update'll be up in an hour or so.
 
A shorter entry than usual, but one I'm sure some of you will enjoy. And so the struggle begins...

Day Fifteen...

Wayne Robinson was a carpenter.

A bloody good one, too; twenty years in the trade and not a decent complaint yet. (A few indecent complaints, though.) He took pride in his work, and it showed; he’d gone from a runt of an apprentice to owning a whole business, with employees and stock options and everything.

But he still wasn’t satisfied. He was smart, probably smart enough, from another background in life, to have been a lawyer or a corporate exec. He knew that he’d only come as far as he had because of certain traditions: a protected economy, good wages for his customers, and national security. Knock out any of the legs of the stool, as he liked to say, and you’ll end up on your arse.

Even while he’d been making his way up the chain, governments had been kicking away the legs. Hawke (who Wayne respected, instinctively, as a Good Bloke; there was little higher praise) had let in all the Asians, who seldom bought his furniture, and opened the economy to cheap imports, the type Wayne couldn’t compete with. The recession had knocked down wages and employment; people still needed tables, but they couldn’t afford Robinson Furniture anymore. They settled for the cheap brands, the overseas stuff. And all the land rights stuff...well, Wayne Wasn’t Prejudiced (it was an instinctive mantra of his, used like a verbal tic whenever he got on a roll), but Australia was one country, right? Who ever heard of good furniture in a place like Bosnia or Indonesia, where you had tiny little countries constantly threatening to burst through the skin, like ticks?

After twenty years, Wayne was fed up. He was well-respected in the local community; after all, he made excellent tables. When One Nation had gone to him, seeing if he wanted preselection, who was he to say no?


He didn’t think he was going to win. Only Labor or Nats or Libs won seats; that was the way the system worked, and most of the time Wayne was pretty happy about it. But he wanted to cause a stir, maybe start a conversation about things he considered important. He had a fair little nest egg, a few thousand dollars, that he thought he could put to use on posters and handouts. Maybe even some ads, on local TV.

Wayne ran for the seat of Gympie. He won 46% of the primary vote and fell over the line in an avalanche. A landslide, by any real measure.

So now, here he was. Wayne Robinson, MLA, servant to Her Majesty the Queen (and Pauline, of course). At the last election he hadn’t even bothered to vote, so sick was he of Howard and Keating and all their bloody nonsense; he’d copped the fine, even felt patriotic about paying it. And now here he was.

After the initial shock wore off, Wayne realised that a successful politician was really just a successful businessman. You had to mind your budgets, keeping spending below income; you had to sell yourself to the public, get a few gimmicks to keep yourself in the conversation; and you had to deliver on your promises. Stood to reason, really; if promises by businesses were kept to the same standard as politicians, they’d be bankrupt in a year. Common sense.

So Wayne got to work.

Day Sixteen...

‘Employment. Why the hell aren’t we doing more about employment?’
Wayne had burst into Mark’s office, charming the secretary and throwing notes all over the desk. Mark squinted at them – they seemed vaguely professional, if not particularly substantial. Largely whining, not planning.
‘Mr Robinson, I presume? I’m glad you’re taking an interest – no one else has asked a question even remotely like that yet.’
‘That’s cause they’re busy going off on their own crusades, drugs and Asians and Aborigines. But I see you, Mr Vass, as a man after my own heart. Fact is: the public only care about that sorta stuff because they’re insecure. They want jobs. They want money. We didn’t get elected to bash up dole bludgers, we got elected to employ dole bludgers. You hear me?’

Mark smiled, holding up his hands in a gesture of concord. ‘Exactly. Exactly. You’re the first guy I’ve met who understands this.’
‘Right. But if we spend the next two years like we spent the last two bloody weeks, we’re gonna get tipped out sure as we came in, because we didn’t give people jobs. So what’s the plan, Mr Vass?’
‘Call me Mark. We have plans. Do you know about the subsidised wage scheme?’
Wayne scratched his left temple. ‘That the thing about the government paying the wages of apprentices? Looks like a bloody rort to me.’
Mark sighed. ‘It’s not a rort, Mr Robinson. It’s a training scheme. Moving people up the economic ladder. For the first year of apprenticeship, we pay 75% of wages. Second year, 50%, and third year, 25%. Employers will have no incentive not to take on apprentices – they’ll profit out of the deal, given the advantages they already get from apprentice employment. Combine that with the Queensland Trust and I guarantee you – we’ll create jobs.’

Wayne glared at him. ‘That’s stupid. You can’t run a state like a piggybank. How the hell do we pay 75% of apprentice wages? Where the hell does the money come from, with those tax-cutting loonies in the League whispering in Pauline’s ear? What are you, some kinda socialist?’
Mark tilted his head, noncommittal. ‘I’d call myself a social democrat. Of course, such labels are—‘
‘I don’t care. Mate, you try this policy, you’ll blow a hole in expenditure and tear a shred off our government.’ Pause. ‘Unless you put me in charge of it.’
‘We already have an Industrial Relations minister,’ said Matt, reflecting on the choice: a used-car salesman from Cairns, elected simply because of his hatred for ‘the dole bludgers’. Not exactly an inspiring choice.
‘I don’t want that job. I want to oversee how you put this policy in place. We have committees, don’t we? Give me one of them.’

Mark shrugged. He couldn’t be worse than some.

Policing and Authoritarianism

As perhaps as been evident, the One Nation government wasted no time implementing its desired policies. By the end of July, the National Party, already consumed by infighting within the fractured Liberals, attempted desperately to slow down One Nation’s pace. Hanson, surprisingly, agreed; the party had three (or four, as its policy was to extend the parliamentary term) years in which to implement its ideas. Complete social revolution could wait a month.

Hence, the month of August was devoted largely to a single policy theme: crime. Initial overtures by Hanson’s ministers suggesting the winding-back of gun control legislation were hastily slapped down as extremely unpopular. Instead, Hanson announced that the main focus of her first year in office would be to tackle youth crime.

The Discretionary Powers Bill was introduced to Parliament in early September, with enthusiastic National Party support. The objectives clause (s3) stated that it was to be interpreted in light of a policy of ‘zero tolerance towards dangerous criminals’. The Bill allowed police to escort individuals reasonably believed to be below the age of 18 off the streets, back to their homes if possible. If not possible, it left open options for the detention of children in cells until a suitable residence could be found.

The Bill also expanded the scope of police activities with regards to ‘possible’ threats; the objective ‘reasonable’ standard for detaining or moving individuals was redefined as ‘a reasonable possibility of antisocial behaviour’. The Bill also reduced the scope for civil suits against police for actions taken in the course of their duties – effectively conferring immunity.

Early polling, conducted by Newspoll for The Australian in September, suggested the bill enjoyed overwhelming support in the Queensland community. Although a majority of the population (52%) disapproved of the election of the Government, Hanson enjoyed an approval rating of 51% (suggesting that she drew heavily upon Coalition supporters). One Nation enjoyed the support, in the first post-election poll, of 33% of voters, with Labor on 37%; the National and Liberal Parties enjoyed single-digit support.

The Discretionary Powers Bill passed through Parliament, facing minimal debate and only notion opposition from the Labor Party, on September 10. However, by this time it was overshadowed by the federal election campaign, which effectively sucked the oxygen from the new government for the rest of September.

The 1998 Federal Election

Of all the victims of Hanson’s state victory – non-Anglo minorities, Aborigines, liberals, and ultimately Queensland – the first to become apparent was John Howard. His attempt to siphon away Hanson’s support through a muted response to her rhetoric had failed; she had taken his role as primary defender of working-class conservatives. His plans for a GST were proving unpopular in the electorate; the embarrassing split in the Queensland Liberal Party was beginning to reverberate in federal politics; and, in Kim Beazley, he faced a trusted, known figure who seemed to have won the public’s trust.

Howard has often been faulted for calling the election early; however, in truth he had very little choice. From the vantage point of September 7 [1], when he called the campaign, it seemed that matters were likely to grow far worse if he hesitated. A 1999 election could have seen One Nation become the largest party in Queensland, as well as sustaining six months more of political division in his party. Howard’s decision to jump proved costly, but correct in the circumstances.

One Nation dominated the federal election campaign. Beazley denounced the party, in a bid for small-l liberal supporters of Howard; Howard initially attempted to try and take a ‘moderate’ stance, between Hanson’s extremism and Beazley, before polling in the last two weeks of the campaign suggested that this could have led to the decimation of the Liberal base. Instead, he attempted to campaign against Aboriginal land rights; the Wik decision, a primary factor in One Nation’s electoral success, was denounced, with Howard promising further reforms to land rights legislation. Although this was criticised at the time, the consequences of Howard’s earlier approach must be contemplated: a Coalition wipeout in Queensland, One Nation winning Senate seats across the country, and possibly even the balance of power in the House of Representatives. Hanson’s exaggerated predictions (Official Opposition status, to replace a decaying Coalition, or the Deputy Prime Ministership) were, briefly, treated seriously.

As it turned out, One Nation was ill-prepared for the federal election, having sunk most of its meagre resources (and all its name candidates) into the state election. Although candidates could be mustered for all seats in Queensland, New South Wales and Western Australia, its presence (and vote) elsewhere was negligible. Hanson, although not a candidate, campaigned across rural Queensland, promising to do for Australia what she’d already done for Queensland. The Democrats strongly campaigned against One Nation on much the same premise, although the defection of Cheryl Kernot prefigured their decline as a political force.

In the end, the initial projections of One Nation’s political strength, with Bob Ellis suggesting they could be the shock winners of the election [2], proved entirely too optimistic. One Nation gained 13% of the national primary vote for the House of Representatives, and 13.9% for the Senate. While still a third-party result unparalleled in Australian history, it did not translate to great gains in Seats. In Queensland, the party gained 19% of the state vote for the House and Senate; this amounted to a significant swing from the State result, suggesting that what had previously been seen as a protest vote became a dangerous choice. The party won one Senate seat in Queensland and no House seats. Elsewhere, the party won Senate seats in NSW and Western Australia.

Although disappointing for One Nation, the results were disastrous for the Coalition. Although One Nation supporters were overwhelmingly Coalition voters, they split their preferences almost evenly [3], giving the ALP a clear two-party-preferred lead. Just two years after the Keating government was overwhelmingly defeated, Howard was also thrown out, with the Coalition reduced to 67 seats (from 94 in 1996) in the House of Representatives. Peter Costello became the new Opposition Leader; Kim Beazley became the 26th Prime Minister of Australia.

It is tempting to speculate what might have occurred had Howard waited, and perhaps even won the election. Hanson would have had her main issues siphoned off by the Coalition, reducing her to simply a more extreme version of another product; it is conceivable that her government might have broken apart, with One Nation MPs joining the Nationals and Liberals. Under Beazley’s more progressive government, however, Hansonism gained renewed impetus. In social and cultural policies, Hanson declared ‘total opposition’ to Beazley, pledging to continue her abolition of multiculturalism and Aboriginal land rights. The stage was set for the most significant state-federal conflict in modern Australian history.

[1] One week later than in OTL, enough time for the Newspoll to sink in.
[2] He suggested much the same thing in OTL’s First Abolish the Customer.
[3] As in OTL; see http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Australian_federal_election,_1998.
 
Hmm, I'm sensing a Constitutional crisis in the making, and this time not involving a GG.

Interesting update, BM - that makes the TL seem to go in one heck of a direction.
 
Well, Queensland is fucked... now it only remains to see how much of the rest of the country will go down the toilet...

Great writing, as always... can't wait to see what comes next.
 
Note first: where you might think I'm going with this doesn't mean I'm actually going there. Just, um, probably.

Election Night, Day 97...

Samantha crumpled up the can. Her knuckles whitened. ‘I can’t believe it,’ she hissed. ‘Beazley. Of all the fat, corrupt, establishment politicos they chose Beazley. The worst of the lot.’
Mark shrugged, indifferent. ‘He’ll be better than working people for Howard. I’d have preferred some seats, of course, but, well...’
‘He’ll sell this country down the river to Asian tyrants,’ Samantha snapped. ‘He’ll give away half of Queensland to the Aborigines and turn the rest into a national park. Howard was a tricky, self-serving phony conservative but at least he had the right ideas. Beazley, though...argh!’ She threw away the beer can.

It was eleven PM on a Saturday night, and they sat together in Samantha’s house in the suburbs. The walls were covered in posters, remnants of past parties of the far right. Pauline Hanson’s face stared down at them from above the TV, reproachfully. Onscreen, Antony Green was talking about the two-party preferred in Wide Bay – a seat they’d almost won, but for a swing by Tim Fischer in the last days of the campaign.

Mark reached over, and squeezed her hand. ‘It’ll be OK,’ he said. ‘You may disagree with Kim on the social stuff but I’ve met him – his heart’s in the right place when it comes to inequality.’
Samantha rolled her eyes, and twitched her hand away. ‘I don’t care if his heart bleeds like a bloody sponge: we’re in government to change society. To unite Queensland, not shovel handouts down the throats of any interest group we see. He’ll try to destroy Pauline. It’s gonna be war, Mark. There’ll be blood on the streets – bet on it.’
Mark sighed. ‘I hope not. Lockey’s pleading before the High Court right now; we’ll wait till the decision next month, OK? Things will work out.’

Civil Disobedience

By the election of the Beazley government on 10 October 1998, Hanson had been in power for three months. In this time, funding for Aboriginal organisations had been slashed; the state anti-discrimination commission had been abolished; police powers had been expanded; and citizen initiated referendums had been introduced, although none had yet been held. A backlash was inevitable; and hence, even from the earliest days of the government, protests had begun.

A constant vigil was held outside the Queensland Parliament House by activists from the Greens and other left-wing groups. An umbrella organisation, Queenslanders Against Racism, was formed to coordinate protests. Initially, these groups had little effect. The Courier-Mail editorialised against ‘anti-democratic left-wing thugs intimidating an elected government’, and the Queensland public, generally fairly receptive to Hanson at first, did not widely ‘take to the streets’ against Hanson.

However, as her blitz of initiatives in the first month of office became apparent, ethnic minorities and Indigenous Australians took part in much larger demonstrations. On July 20, the Moonshot Demonstration was held in Brisbane, to protest against Hanson’s swingeing cuts to Aboriginal health and welfare services; over 10 000 people marched, peacefully, from the Queen Street Mall to Parliament House. Speakers at the demonstration included former premier Wayne Goss, Senator Bob Brown and Senator Cheryl Kernot.

However, the ineffectiveness of such demonstrations soon became apparent. In rural areas, One Nation’s base of support, such activities were seen as elitist and fundamentally a city concern; if anything, they served to entrench One Nation’s support. As the pace of reform slowed, and the state’s attentions became distracted by the federal election campaign (during September), protesters dwindled to a base around the constant vigil outside Parliament House.

However, the election of a Beazley government seemed to spark renewed tensions. Hanson, taking to the floor of state parliament shortly after the election, denounced the new government as ‘anti-Australian’, ‘bound to ethnic special interest groups’, and ‘radical’. She further announced that her government would be the ‘real opposition’ to the government with new policies concerning ethnic integration. At the time, she refused to state what such policies would be, anticipating the High Court’s verdict in Queensland v Commonwealth (1998) 197 CLR 316 (the Racial Discrimination case) [1]

[1] A made-up CLR designation, taking the place of Osland in OTL.

The Racial Discrimination Case

Queensland v Commonwealth (1998) was initiated by Attorney-General Angus Lockey shortly after the election of the Hanson government. Its basis was a challenge to the High Court decision in Koowarta v Bjelke-Petersen, which upheld the federal Racial Discrimination Act on the basis of the ‘external affairs’ power. Given the narrow majority in Koowarta (4-3), the High Court gave special leave to appeal. General legal consensus was that Koowarta would be upheld by unanimous verdict.

It was hence national news when the Court, by a 4-3 verdict (Gleeson CJ, Callinan, Hayne and McHugh JJ; Gummow, Kirby and Gaudron dissenting), held that the RDA was not a valid use of the external affairs power, and was hence invalid. The Court’s decision greatly restricted the prior use of the external affairs power as a source of Commonwealth legislative powers; it was held that a treaty, to be the valid subject of federal legislation, would have to fall within existing Commonwealth powers. Kirby’s eloquent dissent, citing the general dictum that the common law should be interpreted in terms of ‘fundamental rights’ and exploring the post-war history of human rights conventions, was ignored even by his fellow dissenters, who focused more on the nature of the external affairs power.

The impact of the case extended far beyond racial discrimination. It included environmental protocols and covenants on the status of refugees (although these could easily be legislated for under the immigration power.) Given that three of the majority judges, and none of the minority judges, had been appointed by Howard, the court came under trenchant criticism from the left, accused of manufacturing an outcome to reach a desired objective.

Nonetheless, Hanson, triumphant, took the decision as grounds for new policies concerning ‘social inclusion’ and ‘Australian tradition’ within Queensland. Her chief of staff, Samantha Calden, was the ‘brains’ behind the policy process in the months that followed. A four-day ‘convention’ on ethnic affairs was called, in Queensland, with membership decided by the Hanson government...

Day 168, the Convention on Integration, National Unity and Immigration...

Six days to Christmas: something all the attendees had noticed, no doubt. Something that they’d taken care, in fact, to promote, festooning wreaths and snow motifs across the conference halls. This was Australia, after all, where Christmas was celebrated. It was a part of their tradition, and something which had to survive – which could not be compromised upon.

Lee Jiang Pei didn’t think of himself as ‘the token Asian.’ There were moments, of course, when the thought crept up on him: late at night, when he had no friends to call, not even family willing to speak to him, and he stared into the bathroom mirror under a fluorescent light and saw the deepening shadows beneath his eyes, the skin tightening around his mouth...

But most of the time, no. He’d made a name for himself, in the months after Hanson’s accession, as an Asian willing to speak out against multiculturalism. He’d come to Australia because of its unity, not its diversity. He felt that its security, its prosperity, its democratic traditions, even its friendliness – the things that had drawn him here, after the Cultural Revolution destroyed his family and forced him into exile – derived not from some mythical multicultural cult of tolerance, but from an Aussie character, something very specific to a cultural group. He’d taken the name ‘Lee’ because he was proud to be Australian; the idea that there was nothing unique to being Australian, that anyone could be Australian simply by living there, was intolerable to him.

So, of course, he’d been invited to the Convention. They’d been careful to create a semblance of an ethnic mix; there were Anglo-Australians, Irish Australians, Scottish Australians, Italian Australians, even Greek Australians. It was positively a melting pot. What it was not was ideologically diverse. It was here to reach a particular conclusion, not to debate.

Samantha gavelled the conference back to order. For five months, she had been Hanson’s gauleiter, the policy mind behind the operation. Her hair was neater, combed into a ponytail; her suits were cut to measure; but she had retained a certain poetic streak to her personality. Argumentative, spiteful, brilliant and innovative, she had been given a chance to impose a particular view of Australian society through her very own conference. It was not a view that brooked disharmony, too many syllables to a line or detailed texture. It was a vision of sweeping plains, happy (white) children riding scooters past picturesque lawns while mothers looked fondly on from behind picket fences. A society of barbeques, John Williamson songs, men who swore oaths like sailors and women who sang hymns like sirens. Strictly devoid of moral content, it was beautiful, in a way: picket fence after picket fence, suburbs stretching over hills and down valleys and off towards the horizon, and behind every gate there would be a good, Christian, law-abiding family of Britons abroad.

She smiled over the assorted crowd. Four days of work had gone to good effect. The fundamentalist Christian elements had compromised on certain aspects, persuaded it was not politically saleable; those who still harped on tolerance had been forced into irrelevance in corners of the room, and finally brought to heel. They had produced a document: the Principles of National Unity. Now it was simply a matter of implementation.

‘Right,’ she said. ‘The motion is: That the Convention accepts the Principles of National Unity as our consensus view, and recommend it be adopted in all Australian jurisdictions. Those for?’
A roar of acclaim. Samantha didn’t even bother checking for the nays. What would be the point?

The Principles of National Unity

The document, extensive and couched in dense, ideologically-weighted terms, can be summarised as such:

  • All Australians must accept basic principles of Australian tradition, values, and heritage.
  • Citizenship will be restricted based upon whether the prospective applicant is thought to value and respect Australia and its heritage.
  • Anglo-Celtic Australians, having settled Australia in 1788, enjoy a special place in the nation, as its majority and as the chief progenitors of its traditions.
  • Australia’s culture should hence be considered an Anglo-Celtic culture, based on the debt owed to Christianity, the United Kingdom, capitalism, democracy, and the efforts of past generations of Australians.
  • All children must complete courses in Australian history to be eligible for tertiary education.
  • A primary purpose of schooling must be to instil national values. [1]

This new approach to cultural policy was dubbed ‘the New Nationalism’ by Hanson, when introducing the findings of the Convention to the Queensland Parliament in early 1999. The Parliament, with even the dissident Liberals (the Centre Party) voting in favour, accepted this report as the blueprint for Queensland’s policy towards immigrants.

Federally, the Beazley government was well to the left economically, yet to the right socially, of the previous Keating administration. Nonetheless, Beazley was personally outraged by the New Nationalism policy. Multiculturalism remained federal Labor policy; in the Labor states of Tasmania and New South Wales, and in the Liberal states of Victoria and South Australia, Hanson was condemned. Nonetheless, Premier Richard Court of Western Australia enthusiastically endorsed Hanson’s ideas. (It is worthy of note that One Nation gained 15.8% of the vote in Western Australia in the 1998 federal election; polling at the time indicated that they could have, due to a gerrymander, displaced Labor as the Official Opposition if a state election were held.)

By the end of 1998, therefore, One Nation had overseen radical reforms to Queensland’s Aboriginal and multicultural policies. Desired economic reforms had not yet passed, due to National Party scepticism; however, plans for the implementation of the Queensland Trust were completed in late 1998, after extensive drafting. These policies were soon to be overshadowed by the radical reforms planned under the New Nationalism Act 1999.

[1] The last point, the most extreme (I feel), comes from One Nation’s 2001 state policy document:
  • Introduce to the young people of today the concept of responsibility and the adoption of a respectful attitude towards each other and others, in particular parents, teachers and the elderly
  • All young people in Queensland need to be taught Australian history. This includes the sacrifices made in defence of our freedom and way of life, the meaning and purpose of our Constitution, our system of government, patriotism, loyalty to our country and the need for us to work together while still free to pursue our rights as individuals
One Nation makes more sense when you realise it was basically the politics of ‘get off my lawn!’

Day 195

After six months of planning, the Queensland Trust was finally introduced to the Parliament. Mark Vass nearly cried.

Wayne Robinson had worked closely with him on making it acceptable. There would be extensive oversight; it would have been so easy to turn into a rort, simply giving money to One Nation supporters, but Mark knew this wouldn’t turn out like that. This was national development. This was...reconstruction. Entire industries would burst back up from the ground. Small businesses would have the capital they needed to compete. Loans could even be used to buy back corporations from foreign investors, if given to the right people. Queensland for Queenslanders; power for the people. This was what government was meant to be. Labor would have taken six years to introduce something like this; here, all he had to do was ask.

Debate was cursory. Labor moaned and agonised, as usual, but the Speaker was pretty effective: he just threw out any MP who raised his voice above a certain level, which scythed through their ranks. The Nationals had finally given in on the bill, threatened with irrelevance and seduced with sweeteners. They voted en masse for it, and there, it was done. 46-41: clear as you could get.

On his way back to his offices, which lay deep in the parliamentary labyrinth in a former supply closet, he visited Samantha’s office. The scene was chaotic. Draft bills, stamped idly with ‘Top Secret’, lay falling off shelves. Her assistants busied themselves at laptops, occasionally conferring on spelling or arcane aspects of policy. They were debating the New Nationalism Bill.

‘Samantha! How are you?’ He felt fizzy, energetic, on some permanent political high.
‘Mark!’ She, on the other hand, looked haggard. She’d worked over Christmas; she’d worked over New Year’s Day; she’d barely slept for weeks, turning dot points into legislation. He didn’t care. All the inhibitions and logical fallacies he’d used to restrain himself before were squashed.

‘Hey, what quota do we want for Anglo employment?’ asked one of Samantha’s employees, to another across the room.
‘20% sounds too minimal – remember, we’re the basis of Australian society. I mean, we need to account with federal AA policies, right? That’s basically just pocket change.’

‘What do you want, Mark?’ asked Samantha.
‘I wonder – um, I wonder if you’d want to come out to dinner with me.’ He felt like a schoolboy. Sweat began to pour down his collar; he hadn’t done anything like this for a long, long time. This wasn’t his field.

‘Well, what about the cultural subsidies? What rate of Anglo-to-non did we agree to impose?’
Another employee answered. ‘It’s not about subsidising us. It’s about cultural uniformity. We need to impose caps on Asian cultural influence, not simply boosting ourselves.’

Samantha looked briefly stunned. ‘Wow. Mark, that’s sweet. Do you mean, as in, a date?’
‘Yeah. Sure I do. Are you – um, are you OK to, uh, go on a date?’
She smiled. ‘Well. Only if you’re paying.’
He felt something electric run up his spine – his toes curled, his teeth chattered, and his lips curved into an extraordinary, face-twisting smile.

They walked out together, arm in arm.

‘But population patterns are the big thing. I mean, what’s an acceptable quota for Asians in a given area? 20%? 40%?’
‘40% is a ghetto. There’ll be no ghettos of any nationality in New Nationalism. Set rates for acceptable quotas at 15%. That’ll spread them all across the state.’
‘Might aggrieve rural supporters, though. I mean, if they can’t stay in one area...’
‘Unlikely. The whole policy’s a stick, basically: I mean, if we wanted them to stay in the country, we wouldn’t do half this stuff.’

Mark didn’t listen. He simply didn’t care.
 
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Mark shrugged, indifferent. ‘He’ll be better than working people for Howard. I’d have preferred some seats, of course, but, well...’

Shoudn't that be "He'll be better for working people than Howard"?
 
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