Shane Malone - Eureka Street
Shane Malone - Eureka Street
Shane Malone - Eureka Street
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ticket. If ever the much-abused expression 'true believer'<br />
fitted anyone, it was Ray from Reservoir. The<br />
Labor Party runs on such people, the handers-out of<br />
how-to-vote cards and feeders of strangers. 'I used to<br />
be a Thea man/ Ray said. 'But now I'm for Martin.<br />
He doesn't take people for granted.'<br />
Martin Ferguson's qualities, Ray told me, were<br />
something I should judge for myself. He'd be at the<br />
local shopping centre the following Saturday, canvassing<br />
votes. I ate my beef and told Ray I'd go along and<br />
take a look.<br />
The names on the shops in the High <strong>Street</strong> retail<br />
strip read like the Pireaus telephone book. At the<br />
entrance to the Northcote Plaza, Emily Dimitracopoulos<br />
stood handing out flyers. On the benches<br />
inside, old men with faces of a decidedly Hellenic cast<br />
sat in tight-knit groups and talked in whispers.<br />
Ferguson was near the supermarket, offering<br />
handbills and handshakes. Trade was quiet. An Indian<br />
woman tentatively thrust a child forward. 'My son<br />
has always wanted to m eet you/ she said. What might<br />
have been a blush infused Ferguson's cheeks. For a<br />
moment, he looked like he might die of embarassment.<br />
He mumbled something appropriate and<br />
pumped the nine-year-old's hand.<br />
This apparent lack of guile is one of Ferguson's<br />
greatest assets. That open, ruddy face. That stunned<br />
mullet expression. He is almost exactly my age and<br />
when I look at him I see half the kids I went to school<br />
with. I have a vision of him in short pants, playing<br />
under a kitchen table at which big men in blue serge<br />
suits sit talking about loyalty and betrayal and who<br />
has the numbers.<br />
I approached and asked him how he thought the<br />
campaign was going. 'The base/ he said, 'is<br />
with us.' His face was wide open, but his eyes<br />
were watchful. And in personal conversation,<br />
his nang accent was much less marked.<br />
When the electioneering moved up the<br />
road to the Fairfield shopping centre, I<br />
followed. This is the up-market part of Batman.<br />
The Video Ezy stocks Greek movies and<br />
the Hoit Yim has laminex tables, but there is<br />
also a Thai restaurant and a Sandra Rhodes<br />
samples and seconds shop. It was a brilliant<br />
morning and the two rival butchers were giving<br />
away free sausages from gas barbecues.<br />
Apart from a little light stirring from a gang<br />
of frisky grannies, Ferguson's presence went almost<br />
unremarked. I decided to leave him to it. There were<br />
better ways to spend a fine summer day.<br />
As I headed for the car, a rough nut in grimy denims<br />
begged my pardon. He had, he said, slept the night<br />
in a park and was trying to raise the fare to Narre<br />
Warren. If I could just spare $2.80, he'd be grateful.<br />
The Australian vernacular does not yet have an<br />
expression for these increasingly familiar encounters.<br />
The word 'begging' sounds too blunt, 'panhandling'<br />
too American. I listened to an elaborate story and<br />
forked over a dollar. 'You might have more luck over Th . 1 1<br />
there/ I said. 'That bloke's running for parliament.' lS apparent ac <<br />
'Labor' The mendicant drew himself upright. of guile is one of<br />
'I'm Labor.'<br />
The last I saw of Martin Ferguson that morning, Ferguson's greatest<br />
he was standing beside a free sausage sizzle, edging assets. That open,<br />
L E<br />
uncomfortably away from a broke cadger<br />
with a tale of woe.<br />
ruddy face.<br />
WEEK BEFORE THE ELECTION, a notice appeared in That stunned mullet<br />
Batman letterboxes advertising a debate between the expression.<br />
candidates at the Northcote town hall. More than a<br />
hundred people turned up, squeezing into the airless He is almost exactly<br />
council chamber. The Trots had a stall on the foot- my age and when I<br />
path. 'Should We Punish Labor' read the headline on<br />
their paper. All of the candidates were there but two. look at him I see half<br />
Ferguson, claimed the organisers, had reneged. .<br />
The days of such corner electioneering are long the l