O Timid New World, that hath such people in it.

Australia’s culture of compliance has a sting in its tail.

Captain Phillip arrived in Botany Bay in January 1788 with about 1350 souls who had survived their remarkable voyage. He brought with him 7 horses, 29 sheep, 74 pigs, 6 rabbits, and 7 cattle, and enough grain to sustain the colony until the first harvest. This was confidently expected, on the strength of the botanist Joseph Banks’ assessment, 18 years earlier, of Botany Bay’s suitability for agriculture, and the adequacy of its water supply. We must conclude that Cook arrived in the middle of the sort of la Nina we are presently experiencing, and that the Bay gave a wholly misleading impression of fertility, because by the time Philip arrived, Botany Bay was back to its usual self – sparse, sandy soil, and not a lot of fresh water.

Cutting what could be a long story short, the First Fleeters teetered on the brink of starvation for the first few years of the colony’s existence. The convicts who constituted its most numerous element inhabited a strange, twilight world. They were not imprisoned in the conventional sense, but distance, and dependence on ‘the stores’ for their daily bread served to immure them. On the other hand, necessity – and wisdom – compelled Phillip to allow convicts who, back in the mother country, would have rotted unproductively in jail, to employ whatever enterprise and ingenuity they possessed in meeting the colony’s needs – especially and most urgently for food. Convicts had merely to refrain from gross breaches of the law, and to be willing to work diligently the land they were assigned, to become, in fairly short order, land-holders on a scale their counterparts back in the Mother Country could only dream of, under a reformatory system which could make them all but free very soon after their arrival, and genuinely free seven or 14 years later.

Thus, was minted the Janus-faced coin of Australian citizenship. One side of that coin was self-consciously enterprising, aspirational, deeply contemptuous of authority, and above all, self-reliant. The other looked cravenly to that self-same authority for the very means of sustaining life. The first side being infinitely more flattering than the second, it is the first which Australians prefer to present to the world as the authentic stamp of Australianism.

But the obverse side of the coin never went away. Aldous Huxley, in the preface to his dystopian novel Brave New World, wrote ‘A really efficient totalitarian state would be one in which the all-powerful executive of political bosses and their army of managers control a population of slaves who do not have to be coerced, because they love their servitude’.

The Covid panic has laid bare the hollowness of our claim to self-reliant individualism. By and large, Australians have acquiesced in their enslavement to a quite extraordinary degree, complying meekly with restrictions which in most cases defied logic, common sense and long-established medical principles.

For the time being, the tin-pot dictators this absurd farrago has fashioned are enjoying their reign, untroubled by awkward questions from a supine, scientifically illiterate and incurious mainstream media. They have succeeded in bullying almost all of us into receiving, as ‘vaccine’, hastily concocted MRNA treatments, and appear now to be bent on the unconscionable goal of putting these treatments into children who face almost no risk of serious illness from the prevalent Covid virus. They should enjoy their ascendancy while it lasts. Because the culture of compliance that has served their unethical purposes so well to date could easily come back to bite them.

When I was in hospital, recovering from a rogue attack of polio in 1977, I encountered a young guy who had suffered a brachial plexus injury when he fell off his motorbike, and had received a substantial sum in compensation, under the government’s indemnity scheme. When I explained that I had suffered a far more crippling attack from a virus, he simply could not comprehend that I was to receive nothing from the government to compensate me for my loss. That I could be injured in that way, with no compensation forthcoming, and with no-one to blame, was simply inconceivable to him.

Should the trickle of adverse reactions to the MRNA ‘vaccines’, already far more numerous than the government claims, become a flood, Australians will be as quick to blame their jailers, and to demand compensation, as they were to obey them.

Is that the sound of gleeful Slater and Gordon hands being rubbed together that I hear?

Tom Forrester-Paton

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