Australian Larrikins??
A country famed for its plain-speaking, celebrated by DH Lawrence as a place where ‘nobody is supposed to rule, and nobody does rule’, is being choked by a new conformism.
The birthplace of larrikinism has become a place where radical youth dream of burning newspapers. It’s the latest outpost of the offence-policing mania that has gripped the West. The rallying cry of the larrikin — say what you think, however you like — has been replaced by the deathly decree of the new censorious set: ‘You can’t say that!’
I knew things had changed after my appearance on Q&A on 17 August, just 48 hours after I arrived, with five bottles of beer in me and gay-bloody-marriage on the agenda. I said religious people must be free to oppose gay marriage without suffering expulsion from polite society, the loss of their jobs, or the life-ruining brand of ‘homophobe’.
For saying this, I was called a bigot, naturally. And a c–t (not a compliment this time). And so irritating that ‘mosquitoes must find [me] annoying’ (Sydney Morning Herald). Whatever. I’m London-Irish: we say worse than that to each other before breakfast most days.
In a very short time, ordinary Aussies have become moral lepers in their own nation, their views — on marriage, coal, whatever — no longer fit for expression.
And this has been done, not with force, but through the informal imposition of a new conformism.
What a topsy-turvy situation Down Under finds itself in: the supposed progressives are the new wowsers, and the country folk and traditionally minded have become larrikins, by default. I say to these default larrikins: behave like larrikins. Blaspheme against the new elite. Smash their diktats. Remind them that they don’t rule Oz; nobody does.
BRENDAN O'NEILL