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<strong>The</strong> <strong>Nervous</strong> <strong>System</strong><br />
An Australian Hero<br />
identifying the forces operative, so the picture <strong>of</strong> the l<strong>and</strong>scape changes<br />
through which this stream, let alone Bold Jack Donaghue, <strong>The</strong> Wild Colonial<br />
Boy, runs:<br />
It was for the sake <strong>of</strong> five hundred<br />
pounds I was sent across the main<br />
For seven long years in South Wales<br />
to wear a convict's chain.<br />
Chorus<br />
<strong>The</strong>n come, mv hearties, we'll roam the mountains high!<br />
J<br />
O<br />
Together we will plunder, together we will die!<br />
We'll w<strong>and</strong>er over mountains <strong>and</strong> we'll gallop over plains—<br />
For we scorn to live in slavery, bound down in iron chains.<br />
Trapped by the police, the Wild Colonial Boy responds:<br />
"Resign to you—you cowardly dogs! A thing I ne'er will do,<br />
For I'll fight this night with all mv might," cried bold Jack<br />
Donahoo.<br />
"I'd rather roam these hills <strong>and</strong> dales, like wolf or kangaroo,<br />
Than work one hour for Government!" cried bold Jack Donahoo.<br />
And like the multitude <strong>of</strong> Australians who later at Gallipoli as wild colonial<br />
boys fought all night with all their might like wolf or kangaroo, Bold Jack<br />
Donahoo met his death, the difference being that while he fought against<br />
* to too<br />
the government the ANZACS fought for it—<strong>and</strong> the British crown as well.<br />
In his memoir, Goodbye to All That, the <strong>English</strong> writer Robert Graves cites<br />
his countrymen's wide-eyed view <strong>of</strong> its white colonial troops in WWI. <strong>The</strong>y<br />
were barbarians, anarchic <strong>and</strong> bloodthirsty, preferring to bayonet than to<br />
shoot, <strong>and</strong> the recent Australian revival <strong>of</strong> the case <strong>of</strong> Breaker Morant in the<br />
brilliant film <strong>of</strong> that name (directed by Bruce Beresford) illustrates one <strong>of</strong><br />
the political uses <strong>of</strong> that image, namely the deployment <strong>of</strong> Australians as<br />
barbaric counter-guerrilla troops by the British high comm<strong>and</strong> in the Boer<br />
War, fighting fire with fire, in a manner <strong>of</strong> speaking.<br />
* to to ' r o<br />
Encouraged by the high comm<strong>and</strong> to reproduce the British view <strong>of</strong> their<br />
colonial selves, atavistic <strong>and</strong> wild, these colonially constituted Australians<br />
could nevertheless be court martialled by the British <strong>and</strong> executed by firing<br />
squad, as was the Breaker, for being too colonial, in this wild sense, when<br />
their deeds, or rather misdeeds, became an excuse for Germany to threaten<br />
joining in the war on the side <strong>of</strong> the Boers.<br />
From the film (which was photographed in South Australia) one would<br />
hardly know that there were any Black people in South Africa, <strong>and</strong> this<br />
surely accentuates the fact that the white Australian troops stood in a similar<br />
mythic relation to the British <strong>of</strong>ficers <strong>and</strong> crown as did the Blacks <strong>of</strong> South<br />
Africa (just as the Blacks <strong>of</strong> Australia, the Aborigines, subject to genocide in<br />
the years prior to the Boer War, stood to the White Australians). It should<br />
also be appreciated that Breaker Morant—named 'Breaker' on account <strong>of</strong><br />
his horse-breaking prowess—was not an Australian by birth or upbringing.<br />
Instead his Australianness lay in his being an outcast <strong>English</strong>man, one<br />
banished from the blessed isle to the sunburnt country on account <strong>of</strong> some<br />
unmentionable affront to <strong>English</strong> middle-class manners. Thus his character<br />
combined both the attraction <strong>and</strong> repulsion with which Australians tend to<br />
view Britain, <strong>and</strong> the heroic image bestowed on him by this recent <strong>and</strong><br />
sophisticated film is stirring testimony to this. His aristocratic, <strong>English</strong> style<br />
is in fact the source <strong>of</strong> his attractiveness to an Australian audience; his being<br />
outcast by Engl<strong>and</strong> makes such appreciation licit.<br />
But when I asked Sid about the Breaker he replied, "Yes, Harry Morant<br />
you mean," <strong>and</strong> paused. "He was a bad one that fella." But he couldn't or<br />
wouldn't say any more. He looked a little uncomfortable <strong>and</strong> I was somewhat<br />
taken aback at what amounted to a curt denial <strong>of</strong> the story made by the film<br />
out <strong>of</strong> the Breaker's death as a heroic victim <strong>of</strong> colonial manipulation. What<br />
more might Sid have known, I asked myself.<br />
But here obtrudes another <strong>and</strong> more pointed question as to whether the<br />
story the storyteller <strong>of</strong> war might want to tell is freely available, anyway.<br />
Might it not be a fragmented experience or one beyond communication that<br />
is perforce altered as soon as it is moulded by the narrative form ready at<br />
h<strong>and</strong>—in this Australian case the narrative not just <strong>of</strong> sacrifice whose blood<br />
nourishes the idea <strong>of</strong> the nation, but also <strong>of</strong> the battler who, in the tragedy<br />
<strong>of</strong> always losing, gains heroic status because he has stuck to the rules <strong>of</strong> the<br />
egalitarian game <strong>and</strong> refused the enticements <strong>of</strong> rank <strong>and</strong> power? Such a<br />
man might be hard to push around. That is true. But he is also a man who<br />
may not merely accept defeat but feel ennobled by it. Under appropriate<br />
conditions it may in fact be very easy to push such a man around. How the<br />
storyteller might evade this fate <strong>of</strong> narrativization instead <strong>of</strong> fueling it is one<br />
<strong>of</strong> great questions posed for the politics <strong>of</strong> cultural opposition in our time,<br />
<strong>and</strong> this question might be answered by posing another. Now that the very<br />
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