12 March 1891, Protector's Palace, Melbourne, Protectorate of Australasia
Caroline Plantagenet had seen George Dibbs, the Opposition Leader. It did not require an extensive conversation to make it clear in her own mind that the man's position was entirely based on political expediency. What he stood for, what he really believed himself, remained unknown. She had gently challenged him on his point of view, but the man was all piss and wind. It had become clear in the last few days that Dibbs, although a senior statesman of the Liberal Protectionists and nominally their leader, relied almost exclusively on the support of the coming man in the party, Edmund Barton and his lieutenant, Alfred Deakin. She felt it was only a matter of time before both surpassed Dibbs.
John Watson had been pleasant and urbane, but then again, so were Deakin and Barton. She recalled the key parts of the conversation she had with Watson.
"I wonder what it is you hope to achieve with this legislation Mr Watson? Do you have a particular antipathy towards those of Asian or Pacific Islander descent. Or even people of mixed blood, such as myself?" Caroline Plantagenet's tone hardened on the later sentence.
Watson drew a deep breath. "No, Your Excellency, I do not. Everyone has a place in this world. We have expanded our borders, expanded our horizons to include people from Pacific Islands locations. If I am truly honest, I was uncomfortable with this at first, but have become more comfortable with it in time. However, it is the people, all of the people, that we need to look after. We need to look after Australasian workers, whose conditions of work are the envy of all other countries world wide.
However, the day will come, and perhaps is not far distant, when we will look round to see the globe girdled with a continuous zone of the black and yellow races, no longer too weak for aggression or under tutelage, but independent, monopolizing the trade of their own regions, circumscribing the industry of the Europeans; invited to international conferences and welcomed as allies in quarrels of the civilized world. Witness this government's treaty of alliance with China. The citizens of these countries will then throng our country, more so even than now, we will be subject to inter-marriage. It is idle to say that if all this should come to pass we shall wake to find ourselves elbowed and hustled, thrust aside by peoples whom we looked down upon as servile and thought of as bound to minister to our needs. If we do nothing, this will be inevitable. We need to preserve our way of life.. Perhaps I could be more temperate with my own language, but the last is the crux of this. We need to preserve our way of life."
"Mr Watson. John. You have known me a long time, as you knew my father. Do you consider me to be Australasian, even though my mother was a Maori?"
"Your Excellency, of course..."
"What about Hugh Glass, or even his mother for that matter. You are both members of the Savage Club, after all..."
"Hugh is a good man, of course, but he is not like most Chinamen, or half Chinaman I suppose."
"What about George Chung-Gon. George has been a Senator for Northern Australia for 20 years, only of the most long lived in Parliament?"
"I have nothing against George, he looks after his employees, seem a good man."
Caroline Plantagenet felt she had more of a handle on Watson now. For many, this was how it was. They could have non white friends, even people they admired. Yet in their mind, these were always the exception. The "good" yellow, brown or black people. Not like the other, unseen and unknown mass of people out there that they were sure were bent on the destruction of their way of life. At least if this heinous proposed legislation did not propose to remove residents already in Australasia. At least yet.
"John, where you see differences, aliens, I see people who simply want a better life. I cannot for the life of me see how, after 40 years of immigration, that people have not fitted in. Do they come with different customs? Yes. Yet, if you look past this to the second generation, most have been schooled here, grown up here. They adopt, in 98% of cases, our culture, whilst still retaining a smattering of their own. Many have the right to ask ‘how long do you have to be here and how much I have to love this country before I am accepted?’ Can you understand that point of view?"
"Yes, I..."
Finally, she had made up her mind. "John, tomorrow I will issue, in conjunction with the Chief Justice, a rejection of the Immigration Exclusion Bill(1891). Despite our conversation here, and I ask you to think on what was discussed, the reason, indeed the sole reason, I shall be doing so is based on the following.
I see my role, as my father explained to me, as to simply support parliament as the primary organ of decision making in this country. I have investigated this and taken advice and the only conclusion I can come to is the following. Parliament is an expression of the people's will. If the full compliment of members were present on the day the bill was submitted, it would have duly been rejected on the nay of the Speaker. That being the case, I am bound to make the same determination.
As you are well aware, my role is only to advise and resolve any constitutional impediments. I cannot remove a government unless I believe they have acted unlawfully. If, you and your party gains the ascent in parliament, you are, of course, welcome to resubmit this bill, although I personally hope you would not do so."