Fronting up when making major claims
It’s hard to believe any school insists on military-style boys’ haircuts, but Auckland Grammar still does that quaint ‘60s retro thing as if the ‘60s never happened. You might well say, how quaint.
An 11-year-old boy and his mother, both with long hair, are challenging the rule in advance of his wish to enrol at the prestigious school. Their challenge is on the odd grounds that he was born a day after his grandfather’s sudden death, his grandfather being a martyr to the cause, expelled from school in his day for refusing to cut his thatch. But long hair is ubiquitous anyway. The board of the esteemed school should take a stroll on the street, look around, and consign their rule to the wonderful world of Ripley’s Believe it or Not. The boy is an outstanding cricketer already, and his hair doesn’t affect that.
As for hair not touching the collar, much misery was caused at my boarding school, where ‘‘hairdressers’’ used pruning shears to ensure all girls with short hair had a half inch of skin exposed above their collars, a rule marginally stricter than Auckland Grammar’s. Many girls had short necks, and knew they were made to look hideous. Such is the drive to humiliate the young.
The old short-back-and-sides with brilliantine to finish, once worn by older men, harked back to the last war. Reluctant heroes of their generation, they fought fascism and returned with memories they’d rather bury than share. I don’t think anyone imagined they had never seen war crimes, or doubted they occurred on both sides of the war, but it would have been churlish to ask. You can’t give people lethal weapons and tell them not to use them, or have a war without a body count, much of it innocent civilians, who we call collateral damage. Killing people is what war is.
Nicky Hager and Jon Stephenson’s book, Hit & Run, accuses our Defence Force of a cover-up after civilian deaths in Afghanistan seven years ago. Stephenson previously produced a documentary about it, and has been involved in extended libel action with Defence which was settled out of court. Hager has several books to his credit, all of them, I gather, springing from the idea of cover-ups and the public’s right to know everything it has a mind to. Some books are released to media in advance of publication, giving the opportunity to follow up allegations. This book was not, a guarantee that it would receive saturation coverage, while anyone who doubted its claims would look as if they were trying to hide something. Hager knows how to play the media, which laps up his every utterance. The accusation at the heart of the book is that a war crime was committed at a particular village in Afghanistan. For an event to be judged a war crime, civilians would need to have been deliberately targeted. We are invited to believe this of our SAS, though I balk at accepting any of our elite soldiers would deliberately murder a threeyear-old girl, who was taken up as the centrepiece of the accusation.
So many years later I wonder how the truth can be arrived at either way, yet accusations can swiftly become established truth in an internet age. The fact that the authors got the village wrong, as the Defence chief tells us, doesn’t matter, according to Hager. Really? What else might be wrong? The identities of his informants are concealed. The authors say some are connected to the SAS, but why are they hiding if they are confident of the facts? Meanwhile they tarnish the reputations of those they accuse. There are times when journalists are obliged to shield informants with anonymity, but it is problematic. They may be prepared to go to jail to protect their sources, but unnamed informants may have their own, unexamined agendas, or be sincere but mistaken. If the public has the right to know an untold truth about this incident, and if another inquiry is needed, this time into the right village, the public equally has a right to know who the hidden accusers are here. If what they say is incontestable, the least they can do is put their own reputations on the line.
Louis Heren, a former foreign correspondent for The Times, advised journalists talking to politicians off the record to ask themselves, ‘‘Why is this lying bastard lying to me?’’ That test should apply to any informant who wishes to remain anonymous, no matter how much you believe them, or how much you want to.