The Melbourne freedom movement cannot be defeated. It might lose many battles but there are too many good, beautiful people, like Brooke, standing up against the stupidity of modern tyrannies, for those on the side of freedom to be defeated.
Eventually, mindless, inhuman government always implodes upon itself and dies.
As John Keats wrote “Beauty is truth, truth beauty,—that is all ye know on earth, and all ye need to know.”
A libertarian United Australia Party candidate at the recent federal election, Ingram Spencer, has disappeared from public view into the injustice system of the police state of Victoria.
Here is my understanding of the chain of events based mostly on my reading of reports in the mainstream media.
Spencer’s political rivals in the seat for Higgins called him “toxic” and “aggressive” (the Greens candidate for Higgins) and his Liberal Party opponent, the sitting member for Higgins, said that he was “scaring everyone” at the draw for positions on the ballot paper. Australian Federal Police (AFP) then became involved.
A few days later, it appears that a uniformed police officer, M. Kirby of Prahran, took legal action against Ingram Spencer. The most recent publicly available information about this case which I can find is this:
This raises so many questions for me about the integrity of democracy in Australia.
Did AFP become involved because of things said by either or both of the Greens or Liberal candidates?
Did AFP have any direct or indirect contact with Officer Kirby before this action was taken?
If so, does this mean that Ingram’s political rivals directly or indirectly, deliberately or inadvertently, used police action against him to remove him from the race because they were scared or uncomfortable about things he had said or done?
If so, what are the things he said or did to lead to this police action against him?
The following is a recording I made of Ingram articulating some of his opinions about healthy communication prior to the events which lead to his imprisonment:
Ingram Spencer states 4 basic principles of communication for individuals, families and communities.
Does this sound like a man who deserved to be imprisoned because of secret allegations of menacing criminal communication?
Most importantly, where is Ingram Spencer now?
Is he a political prisoner?
Is his current disappearance from public view a part of the death of democracy in modern Australia?
My father “Rick” Fox, and both grandfathers, Professor A.C. Fox and the Right Reverend J.R. Blanchard, all stood up strong for freedom, democracy and human rights for Australia, when the primary enemies of freedom were the Northern Hemisphere’s fascist leaders of the 1930’s and the 1940’s.
Now it looks to me like the most dangerous enemies of what is left of Australian freedom and democracy are in Australia.
I believe that only the sort of genuine freedom of speech, which Ingram spoke up for, can solve this problem.
So I speak up and ask questions about what has happened to Ingram Spencer.
The culture of silence appropriate to a penal colony is still strong in Australia. But some people are not afraid to speak up.
Morgan C Jonas is an independent candidate for the Senate in the election due in May this year. He does not back away from naming the real problems threatening freedom and democracy in Australia
The shootings by police last year of people protesting inhumane lockdowns is one such issue. The rubber bullets used are lethal weapons which kill 3% of the people they hit. Victoria Police call this a public order response.
Assault with a deadly weapon is a crime. Attempted murder is a crime.
But if those things are done by Victoria Police they are swept under the carpet in so-called professional standards investigations.
They are above the laws which apply to everybody else. They are arrogant. They are out of control.
On the steps of Parliament House in Melbourne I pressed a young police officer to stop hiding his identity.
He couldn’t look me in the eye. (At least he had that much shame. The corrupt superiors cannot hide the remnants of human decency in the faces of their young subordinates.)
The people need to see the decent police officers stand up strong and unafraid to do what’s right.
Henry James died on this date, the 28th of February, 106 years ago, in 1916, in the middle of the Great War.
He wrote: “Life is, in fact, a battle. Evil is insolent and strong; beauty enchanting, but rare; goodness very apt to be weak; folly very apt to be defiant; wickedness to carry the day; imbeciles to be in great places, people of sense in small, and mankind generally unhappy. But the world as it stands is no narrow illusion, no phantasm, no evil dream of the night; we wake up to it, forever and ever; and we can neither forget it nor deny it nor dispense with it.”
People like Beck Spelman confront the world as it is and by doing so they make it better. They name problems which others deny and that naming is the first step to solving any problem.
Becky Spelman calls out arrogant bureaucrats at the Melbourne Freedom protest on 26/02/2022
Put the two together and the result should be democracy and freedom.
But what do I see?
A magnificent heritage which proclaims a welcome for all refugees.
(Just as long as its not someone like me alienated from the land of my birth by a police state bastardry whose rhetoric and propaganda the church supports whenever it can.)
Tries to be local ……..
(…… but then hits out in fear with the accusation of attempted murder when other persecuted peoples’ desperations for freedom upset its comfort zone.)
Today is the 80th anniversary of the first day of the World War Two battle which lead to the fall of Singapore.
Singapore fell because much larger British forces could not accurately assess either the size of the enemy or the nature of the British ruled terrain through which the enemy travelled. The British forces couldn’t even talk with each other.
They couldn’t live in The Word. So they lost.
Today my life in the police state of Victoria is in ruins like so many other lives here. That never would have happened if people in Terra Nullius could talk with each other instead of habitually denying each other the basic act of recognition as human beings.
This morning I wrote the poem below for three of them. A trinity. At the end of a service last Sunday to celebrate the 1953 coronation attended by my grandfather Ralph Blanchard and his wife Doris, I remember them in their doorway with their backs to me.
They are human beings without the time to really talk with me. Somewhat powerless. A modern and ancient police state disease. Scribes. Pharisees. Teachers. Doctors. Parents. Priests.