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Posted in art, Australia, Barbara Custer, dark fiction writer, desk job, Egypt, horror writer, Lewis Carroll enthusiast, Lyn McConchie's friend, mythology, Night to Dawn, Night to Dawn author, Published in the USA, pulp fiction writer, Romance, Teresa Tunaley, Tom Johnson, Uncategorized, USA, Vampire author, Writer with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on August 21, 2012 by ROD MARSDEN

Night to Dawn is a semi-annual horror magazine put out by Barbara Custer. She goes to some effort to get the best stories, poetry and artwork from around the world. Though an American publication, it often contains stories from as far afield as Australia.

Starting out as primarily a vampire magazine, Night to Dawn has spread its black wings of late into other areas of horror. Tales dealing with zombies, ancient gods, and the Egyptian dead are now most welcome. Egyptian horror has, in fact, appeared in issues 21 and 22. As for what kind of story fits into the magazine, there’s everything from your classic romantic undead piece to a salute to Joe R. Lansdale’s Dead in the West.

Since 22 is the latest issue (It is dated October 2012 but I have an advance copy), I’ll pick out my favorite stories, poetry and illustrations within to give you an idea of the quality of Night to Dawn magazine.

The front cover to 22 is an eye catching red and gold. The illustration by Marge Simon appears to be reminiscent of the Roman era and puts me in mind of a female Roman vampire story I read ages ago. The back cover by Teresa Tunaley shows a female vampire with blood on her lips. The way her eye lids are painted, she might be off to some mardi gras celebration somewhere in the world.

In the editor’s section we learn about the latest round of books being published by Night to Dawn. They include Desk Job by Rod Marsden, City of Brotherly Death by Barbara Custer, and Tom Johnson and James Reasoner’s Jur: A Story of Pre Dawn Earth.

Of the interior illustrations, I am drawn to the third eye effort by David Transue (page 14), the all teeth and eyes freak out by Denny E. Marshall (page 32), and the zombied out mardi gras spectacular by Chris Friend (page 40).

In poetry there’s Tod Hanks’ splendid though traditional take on the vampire, Concubines of the Vampire (pages 6 and 7), Fatale by Cathy Bryant (page 14) which has a nice, bouncy rhythm, and Christmas Eve by Chris Friend (page 39) which is a delightful bit of fun with the spirits of the dead.

Of the tales I liked Rajeev Bhargava’s Mirror, Mirror on my Cellar Wall best. Here we have a touch of Greek mythology with a modern take on a particularly monstrous legend.

Coming up a close second is The Harlots of New Chapel Row by a writer going by the name Horns. It is a to be continued tale of bloody intrigue where lust and keeping up with your mates already goes terribly wrong.

A very close third is The Triangle by Derek Muk which hauls out the Bermuda Triangle for inspection. The suspense builds up in this one making it well worth the read.

For more information on Night to Dawn magazine and books check out these sites:


Posted in Australia, Butterflies, dark fiction writer, desk job, Lewis Carroll enthusiast, Lyn McConchie's friend, Moths, mythology, Night to Dawn author, Published in the USA, pulp fiction writer, set in Australia, USA, Writer with tags , , , , on August 19, 2012 by ROD MARSDEN



In Desk Job butterflies flit about the office looking pretty but not actually doing much in terms of work. If they do get promoted it has a lot to do with getting to know the right people while the mules are slaving away. Butterflies are social creatures. They are also decorative.

According to sociologist Irene M. Debbie, butterflies can’t remain butterflies forever. There comes a time when they become moths. It is a natural development. No one can remain pretty forever. Moths, however, have as much of a work ethic as butterflies. The smart ones will have worked out a thing or two when they were in the butterfly phase and so can still flit around without having to do much else.

In nature butterflies and moths are far more industrious. This is understandable. It is apparently the bright lights of the city and the major towns that allows them to dance rather than sow.

Now you may want to know if all office butterflies and moths are female. The answer is no though there are offices that specialize in female butterflies and moths.

In the meantime, the caterpillar and his or her most prized hawks are the protectors of many of the butterflies and even the moths you see about. All of this is, of course, corruption but nothing to worry about, nothing new in the world of the office. Perhaps, as in Desk Job, your office has butterflies and moths? I wouldn’t be at all surprised.



Posted in Australia, birds, dark fiction writer, desk job, horror writer, Lewis Carroll enthusiast, Love, Lyn McConchie's friend, mythology, Night to Dawn author, Published in the USA, pulp fiction writer, revenge, Romance, set in Australia, Sex, Writer with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on July 30, 2012 by ROD MARSDEN


Decades ago there was this television show titled Love – American Style. In the lyrics of the song accompanying the show we were informed that this love is stronger than the red, white and blue meaning the American flag. I suppose the idea here was that without love there wouldn’t be an America or at least an America anyone would care to live in. I could follow this logic trail when a kid without too much difficulty. It was a silly show but fun in places. Like Captain Nice,  it isn’t likely to return to television and rests comfortably in the hearts and minds of certain old timer couch jockeys. Even so, it did evoke a certain pleasant attitude to both love and, yes, sex which may not have stood the greater test of time.

My Desk Job is set in the mid-1990s, long past the Hippy era with its Laugh-In and its Love – American Style and its Captain Nice. And long past when John Lennon and Yoko Ono could make some kinda political statement about peace by being in bed in front of the whole world.

Love and romance are forbidden on the three floors of Desk Job. Rules and regulations are against the male mules fraternizing with the female mules even on their coffee breaks. The male hawks sometimes get away with fraternizing with female mules and, when something goes wrong with the relationship, a praying mantis is born.

Praying mantises enforce the rules and regulations. They are followed around by the dung beetles who adore them. Nothing is lower or more worshipful of your average praying mantis than your dung beetle. Even so, praying mantises do not care for dung beetles. They have no interest in love or romance except to put an end to it. This they are generally good at doing. They love the smell of fear in the morning.

Every once in a long while, however, two mules rise up and declare their love for one another in defiance of authority.The praying mantises then must act before this defiance spreads.

Now you might think that there’s a lot of sexual activity going on in the office between the female butterflies and the male hawks. Nothing could be further from the truth. Yes,  the butterflies do use their sexuality in order to do as little work as possible. This does, in a way, make them the whores of the office. Even so, they are only just smart enough to realize that the tease is all they need to get their way and they need only have sex with a hawk if that’s what they really want to do. Besides, the praying mantises and their faithful dung beetles are always on the look out for bad behavior.

Meanwhile the moths, remembering their glory days as butterflies, manage to get by on the memories of old timer hawks and mules. Also the sympathy of younger hawks and mules. They are far more skilled at the art of getting others to do their work for them than the butterflies but, then again, they need to be. Even so, good looks fading or not, a hawk or a mule might take a romantic or sexual interest in a moth. It could happen.

The grand old caterpillar is generally above matters of a sexual or romantic nature. He is content to puff away on his water pipe and let the hawks and the praying mantises keep his floors in good order. If, of course, he were to show an interest in romance it would be with someone of at least hawk status. To find another caterpillar to romance, especially a female caterpillar, he would have to go to another building. This is a lot of effort for a caterpillar. What’s more, there are very few female caterpillars around though numbers of them, year by year, are on the increase.

So, if you are a mule then head down and get on with your computer work. There are praying mantises cruising by with their dung beetle sidekicks. The hawks need your help if they are to soar high and you must keep your job. And do be careful on those lunch and coffee breaks. Be sure not to say anything inappropriate that might give away your humanity. You need to be seen as a good, hard working mule and nothing more. You never know who may be watching and listening. Mules have been betrayed by mules and hawks by hawks. And waiting with her spiked forearms in the background is the ever menacing praying mantis. Snip! Snip!


Posted in Australia, Banshee, dark fiction writer, desk job, horror writer, Japan, Lewis Carroll enthusiast, Lyn McConchie's friend, Marvel Comics, mythology, Night to Dawn author, Published in the USA, pulp fiction writer, revenge, Storm, Warlock, Wind Witch, Writer, X Men with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on July 24, 2012 by ROD MARSDEN


The witch as elemental has been with us a long time. She has been involved in many cultures, past and present, and has crossed over many countries. In Japan she is well known in myth and legend as a terror of the night. In Britain she is best represented by the crazed banshee.

Sometimes the wind witch is a living being. At other times a particular type of ghost that haunts and even destroys the living.

Males of Britain supposedly capable of stirring up winds and thus the sea through supernatural means came to be known as Warlocks, the male equivalent of the female wind witch. This was way back in the 17th Century.

In The Wizard of Oz there are two female witches with elemental powers. One is considered good while the other is bad. A fairly recent stage play, Wicked, has sought to change this rather simplistic view.

Then there is Marvel Comics  Storm – a female mutant with the power to alter the weather. Generally speaking, she is a force for good. Also a force for good is Marvel Comics Banshee. Here tradition is broken in that the Marvel Comics  Banshee is a male mutant rather than a female.

In my novel, Desk Job, there is a Japanese wind witch with the power to disrupt people’s lives and generally to cause havoc in the office where she resides. She is not a creature of harmony but of destruction. Strangely enough, away from the office she is something else. Wind witches can be territorial and may affect nature but their own natures can be affected by their surroundings.  In the right place under the right circumstance there is calm and clear sailing. She has a green thumb and loves gardening. Under other circumstances, of course, the heavy winds stir in her blood and the sound from the witch is furious indeed. Where there is disorder and disunity she will make more of the same. It is what she does and the question arises whether anyone has a right to stop her during one of her rampages.




Posted in Australia, batman, dark fiction writer, desk job, horror writer, Lewis Carroll enthusiast, Lyn McConchie's friend, Night to Dawn author, Published in the USA, pulp fiction writer, revenge, set in Australia, Set in Germany, Set in italy, the punisher, Vampire author, Writer with tags , , , , , , , , on July 18, 2012 by ROD MARSDEN


Revenge is a relatively new television show that has done well in the ratings. There is intrigue, nice settings and a top cast. Revenge is also something that turns up quite often in movies and literature.


    Plenty of people dream of ‘getting even’ with past wrong doers. Some people even make plans on how to ‘get even’ and eventually carry them out. The thing about ‘getting even’, though is that no one really succeeds in doing so. Usually by the time the persecuted are able to rise up and strike back the playing field has changed.

Someone who was utterly horrid in their youth might have a change of heart and become a much better human being. You could get revenge on them for past misdeeds but the person you really want revenge on is them the way they were back when and not the way they are now. Hell! They may not even remember all the misdeeds of their past and be sorry if they really had committed them. Striking back soon after the offense has bee made would seem to be the best way to go but for many people this just isn’t possible.

In a playground near Dubbo in NSW some years ago, I stopped a fight between two boys in their early teens. One was the class bully who was outraged that this skinny kid he’d been picking on most of the year wanted to fight back. He was a dumb S.O.B and, if I’d been anything but an adult at the time, I’d have liked to have thumped him but good in place of the other weaker looking kid. I hate bullies, especially sports freak bullies.

Meanwhile the skinny kid was on a kamikaze mission. Things had gotten so bad for him that he didn’t care if he got beat to death just so long as he got a few good punches in. It was the skinny kid who had started the ruckus. He’d snapped from past abuse and his mind was set on what he had to do. I believe he’d spent the early part of the day working on his courage and his self righteous anger. If might truly had anything to do with being in the right I wouldn’t have intervened. As things stood, I had to prevent the skinny one from getting hurt. I don’t know if I did him any favors by doing so. I don’t know if the talking to both boys got from the principal penetrated into the head of the bully. Sometimes it is hard to know what to do about bullying.

Quite possibly the bully mentioned has already forgotten this incident and the others he was primarily responsible for. Hopefully the desire for revenge doesn’t continue to haunt the skinny kid. It is difficult to know where bullying begins and where it ends. The same can be said for revenge.

In the movie The Breakfast Club (1985), a former jock gets his high school jock son to pick on a smart kid because he still hates high school smart kids. The son doesn’t want to do this and only does it to please his dad. Then he has regrets about picking on someone who could be his friend for reasons that don’t make a lot of sense to him. In the end the jock and the smart kid make peace with one another. Thus this particular chain of hatred is broken and the desire the smart kid might have for revenge against the young jock is also broken.

An old saying has it that the person seeking revenge had best dig two graves. There’s something in this. Revenge can consume one’s life to where, once the deed is done, there’s nothing to go on with.

       It is said that the best revenge you can have against your detractors is to be successful. Even though this is often the tougher option to swallow, it is the best. You may think that once you make it big you’ll look down and scoff at your old enemies. Generally speaking, those who do make it big never go in for the looking down or the scoffing. They have far more important and often far more pleasurable things to occupy their time and their minds with. Those who have helped you get somewhere have got to be, in the end, far more important than someone who was once a bully or a downer.

Revenge is a motivating force in many of Agatha Christie’s novels. She took this motive to exceptional heights and lows in Murder on the Orient Express where virtually everyone on the train has revenge as a reason to murder a particular passenger.

In the D.C universe, a  boy’s parents are killed by a small time hood and that boy, when he grows up, becomes the caped crusader, Batman.

Then there’s Marvel Punisher. A man’s family is wiped out by a crime boss and, for his revenge, the man becomes a vigilante, The Punisher. Much like Batman, as a vigilante he spends his days and especially his nights warring on crime.

In my novel, Disco Evil, the driving force behind Paul Priestly is revenge on all male and female jocks. When he is made over into a vampire he realizes he can have all the revenge he can handle.

Over time, however, Paul begins to understand that such revenge eats away at him till there’s nothing else left and finally ends in his second death. Paul, when he is human, sees the hippy ideal of ‘make love, not war’ perverted by the Sydney disco scene and it is there, as a member of the undead, that he first seeks recompensed in blood.

In my novel, Ghost Dance, a young vampire named Petra becomes all too aware of how the desire for revenge on the Germans by the English and French after the First World War inevitably led to the Second World War. She is also aware that love, even hope, can change the present and make for a better future.

In my latest work, Desk Job, the seekers of revenge on past sexists and racists only manage to create new forms of sexism and racism. The idea that everyone should be equal is there but the practice is that some people are more equal than others. Meanwhile, where people are treated in a fair and open manner, work of a higher standard does get done and cooperation between various groups isn’t very difficult to achieve after all.





Posted in Australia, Lied to and tricked via television, Lyn McConchie's friend, Night to Dawn author, overseas telemarketers, rip off merchants, scam artists, set in Australia, Writer with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , on July 17, 2012 by ROD MARSDEN


     There was a show that had appeared on Australian television accusing the average Australian of being dumb, drunk and racist. The accusations came from telemarketers in Pakistan and India. Strangely enough, what wasn’t told at all well was the average Australian’s side in all this. Thus young Australians watching the show got to see a heavily prejudiced view of what their fellow Australians are really like and were left feeling numb. Also the university and college students the show was aimed at no doubt responded to what little facts are in evidence without delving deeper into what was and is going on. Television is, after all, a mighty tool of persuasion.

Are there Australians who fit the profile of dumb, drunk and racist? The answer is yes with the understanding that such people are far from unique to Australia and can be found anywhere in the world. Also, they are not in the majority.

So what is the average Australian’s side in all this?

In recent times there have been overseas scams that have, at the very least, irritated my fellow Australians. My dad was phoned up and told one evening that the memory on the hard drive of his computer would be destroyed by a particularly nasty virus if he didn’t act at once and got the person on the other end of the phone to fix the problem. All was needed was access to his computer and the details of his credit card. My dad’s response was to inform this phone person that he didn’t have a computer and hang up. If my dad did have a computer, however, the story might have turned out different. He might have let them have his computer card details and been stung badly. He is a pensioner but still with a good, working mind. Even so, like a lot of elderly people, he doesn’t understand computers very well and so can be seen as vulnerable by the vultures out there. Not having a computer seems the best thing for him but perhaps not for other old folk in different circumstance.

These overseas scam artists can best be summed up as just plain cruel. In other words, there are sharks in the communications waters every one with a phone needs to be wary of. This, of course, does not always make relations between people living in Australia and overseas telemarketers friendly.

Some elderly Australians live in terror of the click that indicates the call is from overseas. I was told about one elderly Australian who has his phone disconnected much of the time and only reconnects it when he makes a phone call. He would like to have his phone connected all the time just in case he needs to make an urgent call or some friend or relative needs to cintact him urgently. He doesn’t, however, feel safe in doing so. Someone from overseas might sell him something he doesn’t want and cannot afford.

Telemarketers operating from India and Pakistan view Australians as wealthy but the truth is that there is a lot of poverty in Australia or there are people just getting by. There are families and single people struggling to pay their bills and put food on the table. A mistake over the phone and their world can come tumbling down. A family doing it tough can quickly become a family losing ground and then going financially backwards. Not everyone can be clever over the phone and the penalty for not being clever can be very severe indeed.

Even the so-called legitimate telemarketers are full of tricks. One is to convince you at the beginning of the conversation that they are an off-shoot of a service you happen to be connected with. Then, later on, they reveal that they are actually with another company that wants your business. In other words, they lie to you straight off the mark to get you to stay on the phone. So what happens, when being lied to by a number of telemarketers, you get a fair dinkum phone call from a real representative of your gas or electricity company? Chances are they will have a tough time convincing you they are being straight with you.

Another trick is finding out whether or not you have a mobile phone or a PLAN for your communication services. They may find out this information from you. There may be a list of Australians who don’t have mobile phones and could be talked into a PLAN going around. If you are on this list you can be sure of getting a phone call once a week from a telemarketer. It may even be the same telemarketer going through his or her list of people in Australia that might come around to their way of thinking about mobiles and PLANS. You may say a polite no thank you for the first phone call or even the first dozen phone calls. Then your language might understandably become more colorful.

By week twenty you may be ready to scream  at the telemarketer. They are either trying to wear you down into taking their PLAN or they don’t understand they have been phoning you up week after week with the same damn off you have clearly told they you are not interested in. Some people, once they hear the click indicating an overseas call, simply hang up. Others cannot do so. If you have friends or relatives living in another country you want your phone to be open to them. If they are in need of help you want to be there for them. This means that the telemarketer can get his or her metaphorical foot into your metaphorical door.

Something done by both illegal and legitimate telemarketers is the gathering of information on you over the phone. Don’t tell them anything. If they represent the phone company or electricity company you are with they will already know your home address. They will already know how you make payments. They will be aware of your birth date, etc. Identity theft is big business.

Some Australians could be more polite with overseas people they have phoned for help with their computers. Please understand, though, that the customer phoning for help is probably only semi-literate when it comes to computers thus he or she needs careful guidance and understanding. He or she might be easily frustrated and apologetic later on if he or she does explode over a task deemed for a moment to be too difficult or downright impossible. This does not point to racism. Just frustration over computers and how they work.

In Australia times are changing but not always for the best. There are political parties here pushing hard to double the intake of migrants into the country. They would love to get young people out to prove they are not racist on side in this. Mind you doubling the intake of migrants would be unfair to the majority of people already living in the country.

     People wearing motor bike helmets are not welcome in banks unless they take off their helmets. Bank staff are understandably nervous if the other person’s face cannot be clearly seen. Bank robbers, after all, sometimes wear masks so that later they cannot easily be identified. Some pubs in Sydney will not serve  you if you are wearing a hood  until you take the hood from your face. Hence when people object to the berka it is for legitimate reasons. Of course such objections in the world of political correctness must be ignored because the berka has something to do with someone else’s culture.

  What then should be done about my culture that relies on openness and visibility? Driver’s licenses have photos of the driver on them for easy identification of the driver. Without proper identification of the driver a police officer cannot do his or her job properly. Who knows if the driver caught speeding is the same person who’s photo is on the driver’s license if their face is hidden? It could be the right person or it could be someone else. Therefore if you wish to drive a car in Australia your face should not be covered up in such a way that only your eyes can be seen.

If a woman goes for a swim in the surf at an Australian beach and she is covered head to foot in heavy material, she might well drown from the weight of the clothes she is wearing. If a surf life saver rescues her from drowning he should not be abused by anyone for having done so. He should be congratulated.

What’s more, if you as an adult male cannot stand the sight of women wearing bikinis and mini-skirts in summer you should go live somewhere else and not in Australia. If you have a need to abuse women because they wear bikinis or mini-skirts in summer then you really do need to live elsewhere.

      Australians generally try to be fair minded but there is a breaking point. Since the end of the Second World War, migrants have been flooding into the country. There are now people in their 60s who cannot remember a time when there wasn’t a flood of migrants. Certainly there are people in their 30s upward who have had a gut full of it. They want to know when it will end. There might have been something in it for the country in the ’50s and even in the ’70s but not anymore. The populate or perish idea has long ago had its day. It is now a case of overpopulate and perish. The feeling of being conned by the various political parties on this matter is now very strong.

The Greens party have pushed through a carbon tax to reduce carbon emissions. They also want to doubt the intake of migrants so as to negate any benefit to the environment that might be gained from the carbon tax. Is it any wonder that Australians feel as if they are being bled dry of money and for no practical reason?

It is true that there have been students from overseas bashed in Melbourne and Sydney. Should they have been mistreated? Certainly not. Where people feel they are not getting a fair deal or even being properly listened to, however, violence can and will erupt. It is a pity when it is innocent students that suffer. It is, however, not all Australians doing the wrong thing by these students or even wanting the wrong thing done to them. There needs to be more places for local students in local universities. The best way to go about getting this to happen is to hound the politicians who should care about making more space for locals who want to be university students.  Students from overseas are just after an education and have no control over any policy of any university except in terms of being fee paying students. While they are here they should really be considered guests of my country.

So how do Australians generally view Indian and Pakistani telemarketers? I would say: Scheming, Lying and Arrogant. They seem to think that all Australians with phones and/or computers live in palaces with servants and drink their beers from gold goblets. Or they live in hovels with hundreds of thousands of dollars buried somewhere in their backyards. Neither image cuts anywhere close to the truth for many of us.

It is also doubtful that any television show produced in Australia that is obviously biased in favor of overseas telemarketers would, in any real way, touch upon how most Australians conduct their lives.


Posted in Australia, Barbara Custer, birds, dark fiction writer, desk job, Great Britain, Lewis Carroll enthusiast, Lyn McConchie's friend, mythology, Night to Dawn, Night to Dawn author, Published in the USA, set in Australia, United Kingdom, USA, Writer with tags , , , , , , , , , , , on July 3, 2012 by ROD MARSDEN


Today the lika-lika bird is the new, improved ‘bush telegraph’.

If you want your local news but not from the tele then have a chat with your nearest lika-lika. Of an afternoon, on a work day, you will find her at the mall. On weekends in summer you will find her at the beach.

If you want to spread the word about something then take a lika-lika into your confidence. She’s sure to find the best way to get your message out there. Of course there are some naughty lika-likas that go in for graffiti. Sometimes their feathers are ruffled by the law.

Today there are former lika-likas in news print, radio and, yes, television. They are also in advertising.

Lika-lika birds can be found in Australia, the USA, Great Britain, Japan, China and lots more locales. They tend to get around. They like to have fun in the sun and hang out with mall rats and surfers. Freedom and gossip are their meat and bread.

For more information on this rather active flapper check out Desk Job.


Posted in Australia, Barbara Custer, dark fiction writer, desk job, Great Britain, Lewis Carroll enthusiast, Lyn McConchie's friend, mythology, Night to Dawn, Night to Dawn author, Published in the USA, set in Australia, United Kingdom, USA, Writer with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , on July 3, 2012 by ROD MARSDEN


It is said that Athena, the goddess of  Athens, uses owls to keep tabs on the people of her favorite Greek city.

Owls have their place as mail birds in the Harry Potter novels and movies.

In the 1967 novel I Heard the Owl Call my Name by Margaret Craven, the owl doing so is making known that the listener who owns the name will soon pass away. It is set in a native Indian village in British Columbia.

I once went fishing with an owl. It was on a river bank at Iluka in northern New South Wales, Australia. He was a young white fellow. I didn’t mind the company and neither did my feathered friend for the evening. He was on a branch about ten feet away from me and I am glad to say he didn’t seem concerned at all being so close to a Human. It was a pleasant night for both of us.

In my novel, Desk Job, owls are there to guard and protect. The frog-mouthed variety guard and protect property. The white kind seek to accomplish the more difficult task of guarding the minds and the souls of the office workers. Owls sometimes appear in dreams with words of wisdom for those who will listen. North American Indian mythology has it that if an owl calls your name it has a special meaning and significance. It is a call to you from the great beyond.


Posted in Australia, Night to Dawn author, set in Australia, Writer with tags , , , , , , , on June 28, 2012 by ROD MARSDEN

The surf and the sun are important summer treats for Australians. These things can be shared if no one is selfish or openly sexist.

Selfish, intolerant Muslin youth were responsible for the Cronulla Riot!

Some years ago, a peaceful protest against the mistreatment of bikini clad women on beaches at Cronulla, south of Sydney  in Australia went terribly wrong. What most of the people who turned up at the protest wanted was something done about the Muslim youth who were terrorizing women and generally causing trouble. No one really thought the media would understand a peaceful protest and that may have been one cause for the violence that erupted. It was felt that political correctness in the media at the time meant that they would or simply could not be listened to no matter how well they spoke up against the injustice that had so stirred them.

What’s more, a Muslim youth had recently punched a lifeguard directly after that lifeguard had saved a Muslim woman from drowning. To strike a lifeguard was bad enough but to strike a lifeguard after he had done his noble  duty was really too much.

Many people from all over the world had come to settle in New South Wales, Australia. All save this small group of Muslim youth had gone along with the code of the beach. So what is the code? Stated simply,  if you don’t like seeing women in bikinis or one piece bathing suits then don’t go to the beach. If in summer you are offended by the sight of women wearing hot pants, mini-skirts or tank tops in and around our beach areas then please keep it to yourself or, better yet, go live in some other country. Oh, and our lifeguards, male and female, are a brave and selfless lot and deserve our collective respect for keeping us safe. If you want to insult regular Aussies and do a good job of it either burn our flag or hit someone who has dedicated his or her life to helping others. Neither act, incidentally, will  make you very popular.

Keeping the peace which may require being thoughtful and even respectful of the Australian culture doesn’t seem like such a heavy price to pay for glorious surf and sun, now does it? Of course if this sort of thing is really too much a burden for you then you are not really an Australian or a person an Australian would care to associate with and, as far as I am concerned, you don’t belong in Australia.

In the Cronulla riot, the innocent as well as the guilty were hurt. This was unfortunate. It should be noted here that not all Muslims that visited Cronulla that day, and indeed that year, or any other year for that matter, were a problem. There were , that day, Muslim families acting quite responsibly, seeking to neither attack nor in any way offend anyone. Sometimes just a hand full of misguided youth taught to be intolerant can spoil good times for everyone.

Nowadays, the Cronulla riot is put forward as an example of Aussie racism and intolerance when, in truth, it was the sexism and racism of a small group of Muslim youth that should be held accountable for what had happened. People went vigilante when it became obvious that the law, under political correctness guidelines, was helpless to act against outsiders abusing women on the beach. The riot was wrong but so was the mistreatment of women that has preceded it as well as the punch given out to the lifeguard.

  So what has been learned from this riot? Probably nothing if political correctness means that not all the facts are today considered and the true instigators are rapidly being whitewashed out of this minor episode in the collective history of New South Wales, Australia.

In my novel, Desk Job, I touch upon the lack of merit of political correctness as it has operated in Australia for some years now.


Posted in Australia, Lewis Carroll enthusiast, Lyn McConchie's friend, Night to Dawn author, Published in the USA, set in Australia, Writer with tags , , , , , , , , , , on June 28, 2012 by ROD MARSDEN


Lewis Carroll’s Alice thought Wonderland was strange. Sarah Hollingsworth knew her adventures in Office-land were twisted and downright bizarre. The office of the 1990s was a hunting ground where the unprotected were bagged and disposed of. The trick was not to be one of them. Hawks flew high, mules slogged away on their computers and praying mantises searched for prey. Butterflies and moths danced in the neon light. And the old caterpillar looked on passively to various unfolding dramas. Meanwhile mall rats and lika-lika birds, growing up in this decade, fervently hoped that everything about the office would become more civilized by the time they had to get a DESK JOB. Whether or not the office has really changed much since the 1990s I will leave to you, dear reader, to decide.