ANZAC Day

The stuffed rodent in the centre is Finnegan - the ship's mascot for the HMNZS Endeavour.  Amid the 20,000 people that attended the Dawn Service in Sydney's Martin Place on April 25, 2013, there was thankfully a scattering of New Zealanders, including these sailors.  Why thankfully?  In the few years I've been in Australia, and attended ANZAC Day services, it's exceptionally rare to have NZ acknowledged, in any form other than the singing of our (NZ) national anthem.  For the unaware, ANZAC stands for the Australia and New Zealand Army Corps - a body of soldiers that travelled half way round the world to fight for the liberation of Europe, amongst numerous other places.  And for the record - twice.  So, if you don't recognise the contribution that NZ made on ANZAC Day, you could always start calling AAC Day - but you'd sound silly, and it'd be awkward.  On the topic of national anthems - I'm always proud when they play ours twice (and obviously, by 'ours' I mean the NZ anthem) - so it can be sung once in Maori (the NZ indigenous culture) and once in English - ticking two of the three official languages of NZ boxes.  The third is sign language, and it'd be awesome to be able to sign along - it's got to be better than my non-existent ability to carry a tune.  And people nearby would probably appreciate it as well.  I asked why, when  they do have an indigneous culture in Australia, they don't sing the anthem in the indigenous language.  Apparently, because they have so many dialects that it would be too difficult.  I think if you're singing in NSW, then why not a verse in Koori?  In other parts of Australia, why not in Murri, Nunga or Wangai - paying tribute to the local people?  Anyway - just a thought...

So I know that ANZAC Day was a few (*coughsevencough*) months ago.
It turns out that I started this entry and didn't get round to completing it - so here are a few photos from the Dawn Service at Martin Place.

"Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.

In the going down of the sun, and in the morning,

we will remember them"

Lest We Forget.

Surfers Paradise, Schoolies and police not saying 'Please'.

Dear Queensland Police,

I'm a Sydney photojournalist, and recently spent five days covering the 2013 'Schoolies' celebrations in Surfers Paradise.  With thousands of graduating students flocking to this coastal destination, you certainly had your hands full maintaining order and enforcing the law. That doesn't even take into account the 'toolies' that strangely appear on the scene as well, let alone the usual number of tourists and locals that you have to deal with.

But, as they say, there's the rub.  The thin blue line is there to enforce the law.  I was there to document news.  Good news or bad news, I was there to photograph it.  And unfortunately, its not the responsibility of a police officer to decide for me what is considered news any more than I should be allowed to decide what is legal.

I know I have several restrictions that can and do prevent me from doing my job.  I can't put myself or others in danger.  I can't obstruct police officers from executing their duty - nor would I want to.

Within those five days and nights spent in Surfers Paradise I met some cracker officers from all across Queensland, doing a spectacular job.  It takes a unique breed of person to walk into a 500-strong pack baying 'FTP' with only a few colleagues, and manage to diffuse the situation and disperse the crowd.  But it just didn't happen once - it happened several times a night, night after night.  Then, even after the throng had been on the edge of violence, your officers calmly engage with people out for the night and have photos taken with them - brilliant!  Community policing at its finest.

But it only takes a few to spoil it for the rest, and I'm hoping that it was just ignorance that soured my dealings with the Queensland Police Service.  And while the ignorance manifested itself several times, if I tried to use ignorance as a defence in front of a magistrate, I'd be laughed out of the court.

So I'm hoping it was ignorance that the police officer pictured in the image above didn't know what to do when he saw a young female schoolie fall over and lie in her own vomit, instead of just standing there watching.

I'm also hoping that when I took photos of the scene, the two female Senior Constables that suddenly appeared and ordered me to delete my memory cards, saying that I couldn't take photos were simply uninformed.

And in particular, the plain clothed officer that drove his open hand into my chest several times, tell me to move off or I'd be arrested had also simply been absent the day media rights were taught at the Police Academy.  He may not have used those actual words - from memory they were decidedly stronger.  I know he was just trying to do his job, but if the tables were turned and heaven forbid, I used that force and that language on him, I'd be sharing a small room with someone called Bubba.  Or Tattooed Frank. 

Anyway, I digress.

Like I've mentioned, it wasn't a one-off event.  Later in the week, when police shut down another fight before it could spread, I photographed another group of plain clothed police moving a male they had arrested through the crowd.
Photos of police doing their job and arresting an alleged lawbreaker?  A win/win scenario - I get a photo and the Queensland police is shown doing an effective job under trying circumstances.
What I didn't expect to get was the not only the same language as the other officer used; not only the threat of arrest, but also it appears that the officer moonlights as a very talented gastrointestinal medical imaging professional as he offered me the chance to have a colonoscopic exam using my very own camera!  An offer under the circumstances I had to turn down.

There's an amusing irony in that you were threatening me with arrest for taking photos, while scores of smart phones around us were uploading images to social media sites.  We - professional photojournalists - adhere to a code of ethics.  In our organisation we have checks and balances that prevent images and stories being used for defamatory and slanderous purposes.  We are held accountable for what we write, photograph or video.  

And speaking of smart phones -  when you slapped the iPhone the journalist was using to the ground when he was videoing the crowd - all because you thought it was a knife?  I'm sorry, but I have never seen anyone even attempt to butter bread or bone a fish with a smart phone let alone stab someone with it.  In Queensland you either have some creative criminals or some jumpy, over-reactive police officers.

If you're going to second officers to high profile events like Schoolies, maybe give them a refresher regarding photo and video rights for media and the general public.  Heck, it doesn't need to be just for large events.  Send out a memo letting your officers know that, by and large, anyone can take photos (and video) in any public space.  If you see someone with several SLR cameras (not always a giveaway, but providing a strong hint) and wearing a media tag, try a bit of professional courtesy - try using "Please" - we're generally pretty reasonable.

Maybe that way next year, we can avoid the whole police intimidation thing, and chalk it up to a misunderstanding.