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A column about Australia by David Dale, published in The Sun-Herald 3/8/2008
Well, the joke's on us. What we'd dismissed as an urban myth turns out to have been true all along. It makes you wonder how many other classic pieces of Sydney scuttlebutt might also be reliable.
I'm talking about the rumour, passed around for years, that the NSW Premier and the NSW Police Commissioner were each receiving $5000 a week in a brown paper bag for taking no action against illegal gambling casinos. I was one of those who scoffed that it was too fantastic a conspiracy theory, even for a crooked capital like Sydney.
Last week Alan Saffron, son of the dead entrepreneur Abe Saffron, declared that it was an accurate portrait of NSW politics in the early 1970s. In his book Gentle Satan, he also confirmed the suspicion that many horseraces of the time were fixed, sometimes as a "courtesy" to the premier. It was the most significant reality check since the courts proved the NSW minister for corrective services really was taking money to let certain prisoners out early.
Sydney is the urban myth capital of Australia, if not the world. Visitors often observe that Sydney people have only two topics of conversation: real estate and malicious rumours about the rich and famous.
The habit of scandalmongering goes back to convict days, when the only way the inmates of the prison colony could get back at their jailers was to spread tales about their greed, perversion and hypocrisy. We all know what's going on between Governor Phillip and Bennelong, don't we? Those rages that Governor Macquarie keeps having - they're caused by syphilis. Everyone knows why these dreadful buildings are going up around the Harbour - Francis Greenway is in the pocket of the developers. What is John Macarthur doing out there at Parramatta with all those sheep?
And so it continued through to the 1990s, when I was writing a daily newspaper column and regularly received calls from people who knew cousins of the best friends of people closely connected to bizarre scandals. I became familiar with such Sydney characters as ...
The businessman who had won his knighthood in a poker game with the premier.
The former politician who had turned gay with a violinist from the Sydney Symphony Orchestra.
The lawyer who had strangled his ex-girlfriend's cat because she refused to resume their relationship.
The actress who was born a hermaphrodite and would have have been an actor if the obstetricians had made a different surgical decision.
The former political leader who liked rough sex and who broke a prostitute's jaw in a hotel room.
The TV host who liked to lie under a glass topped coffee table while women stood on it and urinated.
The businessman who flew in a team of prostitutes from California, put them up in a posh Sydney hotel for a week, and then got too busy to avail himself of their services (which, incidentally, raises the question of what you might call such a gathering -- a fanfare of strumpets, a garden of hos, a jam of tarts, an anthology of pros?)
The planning minister who required any developer who met with him to bring a briefcase containing $70,000 and leave it behind when the meeting was over.
The drug squad officers who were reselling the drugs they confiscated and the arson squad officers who were setting the insurance fires they then had to investigate.
They are the campfire fables that bind the urban tribe together. Last week's Saffron revelations suggest some of them might be more than mischievous gossip. But a lot more people will need to die, and a lot more sons will need to write books, before we know for sure if Sydney really is Gotham-before-Batman.
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David Dale is the author of Who We Are -- A snapshot of Australia today (Allen and Unwin). To discuss Australian attitudes, go to http://blogs.sunherald.com.au/whoweare.
That one about the actress is 100% true, although the use of the word hermaphrodite and the bit about the surgeon deciding whether she would be a boy or a girl lends the thing a National Enquirer air. The case is not as sideshow-alley as all that.
DD asks And you know the cousin of the best friend of a nurse who knows one of the doctors connected to the case?
The strange thing is... despite the fact that I watched so much of that corruption going on around me and understood precisely what sort of moral dillema acceptance of it's taking place put me in - that old style corruption you've only just come to realise existed back then, actually had the best interests of the ordinary "man (see back then you could say "man" without fear of being labelled as 'politically incorrect') in the street" at heart.
Sacre Bleu! How could that old style Aussie corruption have possibly helped out your average "Aussie battler" you wonder...
Because it fostered those who displayed the attitudes that have come to be seen as truly "Australian", is how!
I'm talking about the sorts of attitudes and behaviours born from the sorts of character traits displayed by the personnel of Australia's armed forces through the two World Wars and the subsequent S.E. Asian conflicts.
Yeah - some of the greatest excesses of the corrupt back then were pretty over the top and difficult to defend as acceptable, but that's the point... they were "the greatest excesses" not the norm.
You were more likely to get a "helping hand" for being a "top bloke" or "sheila" from someone prepared to act corruptly, than you were if you started tossing wads of cash in someone's face...
These days, it's the cash, the adrenalin rush for the power lovin' junkies and the sheer and total lack of any backbone by those who feel powerless that has made modern corruption the sinister presence that should be feared far more than the quaint manipulations of previous generations.
People lived in less fear of assault, robbery or public affray back then than they do now.
Whilst it's nice to postulate about some Comic Book level of moral terpitude that Sydney has always had to deal with, it's also worth postulating about the fact that such moral terpitude is only a reflection on the corruption of those humans who not only display the level and degree of terpitude, but are prepared to accept it's form and manifestations.
Turn the mirror around before deriding those who can't answer back for themselves...
Yeah, its funny, but with all the corruption scandals you get in other Australian cities it only seems to be Sydney where the corrruption seems to permeate everything - from property developers, to police and politicians with odd dealings with wealthy businessmen right down to morgue workers "ratting" the dead. This is only a theory but I think the culture of Sydney is markedly different to anywhere else in Oz because of its convict past and its history of army/wealthy nobs vs the rest. Corruption is so mucg part of the way of life here its effects are not even noticed or cared about by the bulk of sydney people. As someone from WA who saw the WA Inc Royal commission up close sydney is remarkable more for the fact that no serious effort has ever been made to root out corruption lock stock and barrel like it was in Queensland and WA.
I asked the late real estate mogul, David Burger, why he didn't have a knighthood like some other businessmen his reply was "Knighthoods are good but if you don't like it you can't get the $50,000 back"
Re the Book written by Alan Saffron,I knew Abe for about four years prior to his Death, I am not Jewish and have no cultural or previous association with him, I was never involved in his nightclubs neither did I have any so called criminal association with him.
I met Abe while raising funds for my electronic imports company in 2001, a friend whom I have often sought advice from recommended that I meet Abe, I pondered long and hard , I asked myself do I need to be associated with such a man, I then thought well it will at worst be a life experience and decided to call Abe ,I did so and arranged a time to meet, I attended his premises, I was introduced to Abe by his long standing companion and her sister, my impression was of a very diminutive man as I stand 6 ft 6 inches and Abe would have struggled to make 5 ft, he showed no discomfort as diminutive people often do in my company, I outlined what I was importing and that I was in need of a backer, I also expressed that I had real concerns about his reputation however I found him to be very straight forward and although advanced in years a man taking pride in himself his appearance and his mind.
Abe said to me well let?s see what we can do, I will back you and we will split the profits on the sale of goods. Sadly owing to a variety of issues there were 6 figure losses incurred on the importation, while I explained the circumstances not a raised voice not a letter of demand, only a resigned well these things happen, I was not surprised by this as I always found Abe a gentleman. I put a lot of effort into finding anybody saying they were harmed let down by or abused by Abe and found none, his unauthorised Biographer had the same experience.
I grew fond of Abe and we would often go out for a Chinese meal, spend the odd Melbourne Cup day together, I believe we enjoyed each other?s Company, I certainly did his. I was always invited to his gatherings and met those closest to him. I had nothing to offer him apart from friendship
I discussed with Abe his past, he was raised during the Depression, my understanding was that his establishments traded out of Hours with the consent of NSW Police how that consent was gained seems obvious, He had nightclubs and also red light business?s, all Illegal then ,all Legal today. Not a mention of Drugs of any kind, I would be unafraid to say so if I had found such evidence. I had a close entree with Abe over this time and met some very interesting people but nothing to match the reputation
I think you will find a story in Alan as the Dubious Saffron. One of lifes less appealing human beings
One I heard in the 80s was about the well-known beauty who, prior to her wedding to a prominent businessman, was having her services offered at $1000 a go at a leading brothel - a 'going out of business' sale?
Oh, and darren on August 03, 2008 at 01:04 PM - if the convict past explains all this corruption, why isn't Tasmania a sink of depravity? And why does 'freeborn' Adelaide lead Australia in bizarre murders?
I know why the rest of Australia has so little corruption compared to Sydney - no initiative whatsoever!
Ahhh, poor Tim, how little you can see when you so close up to the action.... PPL like Perce Galea and Holleywood George Edser were on the 2nd rung of the ladder, sure they liked the SP and the llike, but hey it was always Abe who ran the show, it was Abe who used to meet Askin and one Norm Allen in a black car in Victoria st outside my home on a regualr basis, take a guess ??
Ever wondered what happened to Juanita Neilson who decided to protest too loufly and name names ?? Most ppl know, just ask the Cops from up the Darlo bar, they would rememeber if they are old enough.
Move onto George Freeman, now there was a Dangerous bloke, he had close to 600 phones going at any on time and if place got turned over then the nexr picked it , such was the lure of the punt, Just ask Ol Dr Nick Paltos and Ol' Murray Farquhar ....... you never come out a winner and then move onto other things to shore up declining finances ......... I think the work this ig the good old roger the doger was a decent cop, yeah he was hard ....... but he kept the grubs in line until one Chistopher Dale Flannery arrived in sydney with a big mouth and a large cannon, he used to like the noise and he didnt have to clean up the mess, well thats what he said late one night at persons house and perhaps what size tree shredder Ol Mr Rent 'o Kill whent thru and in the end he did something decent, he vanished of the face of the earth for good forver to fertilize a quiet part of NSW for 10 years or so .......... How do i know this you ask ?? I was Abes cellmate in Wing 13 in the CIP, plus i used to do odd jobs for him once upon a time ............
Sydney hasnt changed since the days of the Rum Corps. there's still a floating baccarat game that moves around Double Bay to this day ......... the more things change, the more they same the same...... well except for poor Juanita Wilson and maybe Salli Ann Huckstep and thats only a maybe .............
Haha... I once worked for a woman who went as far as claiming that she was the sister of the gyno that this particular hermaphrodite actress used.
Re . Urban myths. There used to be a story about the radio host (back in the pre.TV. days) who used to run a kids show. One day he signed off with the usual., "Good-bye boys and girls", then, not realising that his mike. was still on, he said, "now p*** off you little b********"
Why do I have a feeling Tim used to run or attempt to run a bar/nighteclub on Bondi Beach back in the 70s.
I knew some of the people who worked there plus had the odd drink
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Ahhh, memories. The Forbes Club Darlinghurst, early 1970's - free drinks, free cigarettes and if you lost all your money, a taxi fare home. Perc Galea, from his tennis umpire's chair above the baccarat table announcing that the police would be arriving in a few minutes for a 'raid', asking those who didn't mind staying to cooperate, to give a false name and the Club would pick up the on-the-spot bail/fine and, on other occasions, a paper bag being passed to an officer through the front window security grill. And you've tidied up the TV host and the glass-top coffee table a tad.