This is a guest post by Alice Springs-based lawyer Dean Murphy.
It’s a special time of year. The religious holidays and the celebration of the solar year, characterised by excessive spending, materialism, gluttony and drunkenness, are behind us. We find ourselves bearing down on our so-called national holiday with its associated intractable and thus utterly pointless debate on whether it should be retained or moved.
26 January is not the anniversary of Federation. Nor is it the anniversary of the ratification of the Statute of Westminster, when the Parliament in 1942 freed itself of subservience to British legislation.
It’s not any of the three anniversary dates upon which the rights of appeal to a foreign court, the Privy Council, were rolled back. It bears no relevance to those éminences grises, Henry Parkes, Andrew Inglis Clark or Samuel Griffith.
Nor was it a date of any consequence to the Constitutional Conventions (any of the three of them), the referenda on Federation or the referendum to count Aboriginal people in the census and allow the federal Parliament to make laws about them.
26 January has nothing much at all to do with Australia as a national political construct. It has plenty to do with New South Wales, which is a different and oft-forgotten point. But that scarcely concerns most of us.
We have it nonetheless. Gazetted – ahistorically – as our national day. A grotesque distortion of history that provides us with perverse comfort.
We have a long and inglorious track record of lying to ourselves about our history. Aboriginal Australians weren’t worthy of citizenship, and needed to be removed from their families. The ANZACs were, without exception, chivalrous, valorous and selfless.
We’ve had assurances about children overboard, weapons of mass destruction, climate change being a widespread scientific conspiracy to secure grant funding, and the pressing national security need to resolutely refuse asylum to those who need it and qualify for it (but only if they arrive by boat).
We lie so much that our entire nation may well be no more than a myth.
So, we could retain the date. Or we could move it. But if we move it, we’ll never come close to a consensus on which date would be better.
And this debate will drag on. An annual psoriatic itch that becomes inflamed mid-January before being soothed by the balm that is the public holiday. The debate distracts us from the real issues we should be considering and doing something about: child protection; an overloaded criminal justice system; the well-being of vulnerable people; adequacy of social services; international obligations; and the humanitarian crisis in Yemen.
The list appears endless.
Any of it more important than the malaise of national vanity.
So, here’s what I would do. Abolish the national day. I don’t mean expunge 26 January from the calendar. Just strip it of its status. If New South Welshmen want to raise the flag (the NSW flag, or the more historically accurate raising of the Union flag) and prance about in breeches and tricorn hats, let them.
But the rest of us can ignore it.
Let’s have a non-national day instead. A day of flag lowering. A day on which we don’t use the word “Australia”.
A day for sober reflection on the ills and vicissitudes of nationalism – the dangers of the cult of superiority.
Let’s all put some time into our calendar to reflect on some of the consequences of nationalism that are known to us from history: war, death, suffering, genocide, displacement. Let’s think soberly about it. And let us not get caught up in it.
And we should change one more thing. Let’s change the name of the nation. Let it reflect our national propensity to delude ourselves.
Let’s call it Austra-lie.