Irredentism – An Irredeemable & Immature Ideology

When I was nine years old, I became aware of the extent of the Roman Empire, in which Italy, my ancestral homeland, was the dominant part. I felt rather indignant (being ethnically Italian) that Rome did not still rule all shores and hinterlands of the Mediterranean.

Without knowing it at the time, I was an Italian Irredentist, a believer in the political fiction that a modern state has a right to reclaim (with or without consent of its inhabitants) territory formerly ruled by a predecessor state.

A nine year old can be excused for being an Irredentist. It is, after all, an ideology extremely appealing to the immature, and who can be more immature than a nine year old?

Irredentism is a fairly new addition to both my vocabulary and my working knowledge of political philosophy. It came into my consciousness mostly thanks to the recent manifestation of Russian Irredentism through Putin’s aggression towards the Ukraine.

But it is very much Italian in origin. The term comes from the slogan Italia Irredenta (Unredeemed Italy) relating to the late 19th century desire by Italian nationalists to reclaim various areas occupied by other adjacent states to the newly reunited Italian nation.

[As an aside, there is another similar nationalist ideology, Revanchism (from the French word Revanche – for Revenge), which relates to wanting to recapture territory lost in a recent war and which arose around the same time.]

When I was in Genoa during my recent trip to Italy, I found myself highly disturbed by a particular public square, in which there stands a war memorial dedicated to all the Italian soldiers lost during the First World War. This square is surrounded by buildings, which, from their architectural style, were clearly built during the Fascist era.

I saw the entire square as a tragic but unconscious memorial to Italian Irredentism, which prompted me to want to write this post.

For me, it is a highly personal matter. Both my grandfathers served on the Italian front in the First World War. My namesake grandfather, a corporal-major in the infantry, suffered capture and was a prisoner of war in Hungary for several years. The other grandfather was a machine gunner throughout the war, a macabre and violent duty that would have haunted him the rest of his life.

Looking at the maps of the front, I am well aware that my paternal ancestral village was as far from the front line as my mother’s home in Maribyrnong is from Solomon’s Ford, the river crossing near my home. That puts the war in sobering context, right on my family’s doorstep.

Then, with the debacle that was Italy’s participation in the Second World War, there was fighting around both my parents’ villages, at either ends of the country. They were children at the time, and they both vividly recounted their memories of that period.

Members of the extended family were killed in both wars. And for what?

In, as a mature adult, denouncing the highly immature and irresponsible idea of Irredentism, I see that there were two types of Irredentism at play in the Italian state, driving Italy unnecessarily into two costly and devastating wars.

The first form of Irredentism is bourgeois in nature. This is what we have to thank for plunging Italy into the First World War. A desire to claim territory occupied partly by Italian speakers which was within the Austro-Hungarian empire drove the Italian bourgeois to force the government to declare war.

The government of the time had little ability to control this groundswell of idiocy. Austria-Hungary, already beset with its own commitments through having started an ill-considered war, was anxious not to have to open a new front on the Italian border. It was willing to make territorial concessions and let Italy have much of what it wanted without a fight.

However, the irredentists felt that land gained without the shedding of blood was unearned. War was seen as necessary. [If you want to read more for yourself on this mindset, I suggest the biography of Gabriele D’Annunzio by Lucy Hughes-Hallet: The Pike, London 2013, pp 352-369.]

The direct result of that war was 351,000 dead Italian men – few of whom were professional soldiers, and the suffering of many others forced to participate in this needless war.

Another result of that war was the disaffection of millions of Italians, particularly in the less politically empowered lower classes, with the Italian state, who had bankrupted the nation and failed to deliver the promised territorial gains. Call them peasants, or proletarians, or plebeians, or what you will, there were millions of men who had not had much of a say in the decision to go to war, but had suffered the brunt of it, both at the front and in the bread basket.

Which lit another form of Irredentism, a proletarian form (if you pardon my decision to use Marxist terminology for convenience’s sake). Suddenly, Irredentism became a mass movement of the disempowered and disaffected, people willing to follow the lead of Mussolini, the most bombastic arch-irredentist.

This then led to the Second World War. There were fewer deaths in this one in Italy, 457,000 (of which a third were civilian), but the entire country was devastated by the fighting and by German occupation of much of its territory. This was then followed by the loss of most of the territorial gains from the First World War.

So, when I look at monuments erected a century ago, and the public buildings of that era which surround them, I think of the sad losses which immaturity and stupidity amongst political leaders and their followers caused through their belligerent decisions.

Whilst Irredentism can be excused in children, it cannot be excused in adults. Adults hold political power, both through their individual vote and through holding office. Making decisions based on ideologies based in deep and childish immaturity and petulance is dangerous and inexcusable. For that, Irredentism is, despite the origin of its name, Irredeemable.

The latest on BROO

As regular readers of my blog (if such rare creatures indeed exist outside of mythology) would know, I am the proud shareholder of 120 shares in homegrown craft brewery BROO (ASX Code BEE). 

The entertaining story about I gradually acquired those 120 shares has been told in this blog previously, so I will not reiterate it again, suffice to remind people that BROO has been suspended from trading since early May 2022, that the shares last traded at about 0.9 cents, and that a board coup. by a large minority of shareholders forced out the company founder in March 2022.

Since that time, I bought a frame from the Reject Shop and put the original symbolic share certificate from early 2011 into that frame, and then hung the certificate into a very necessary but smallish room in my home, in pride of place.

To say that I am not counting on BROO to fund my comfortable retirement, or even an afternoon of boozing at the Kelvin Club (currently my watering hole of choice, as befits someone who recently discovered that they are descended from a Count), is to state the bleeding obvious.

Even if BROO was to suddenly emulate the ‘Poseidon Bubble’ from its current share price if it were to start trading again, the proceeds (not counting brokerage) would only at best give me enough to order a dozen bottles of decent but sensibly priced red wine from one of my favourite wine makers (eg Andrew Buller).

But that would be optimistic.

Nevertheless, as those shares still show up as some sort of blemish on my Commsec portfolio, I have little choice but to seek what amusement value I can out of continuing to follow the company on its journey of reinvention.

This is more than what BrewNews, a website dedicated to commercial craft brewing across the ANZ region is willing to do anymore. They have abandoned covering BROO, although their articles on the company from their archives have insights which would be lacking in my own blog postings.

Since late December 2021, when the changing of the board old guard started with the first resignation, there have been been at least nine appointments to the board, and eight resignations from the board. This has included at least three chairmen being appointed and then resigning, with the current (and fourth) chairman (the lyrically named Peter Pan) joining two months ago.

The release of the half year reports to December 2022 gave me some reading material this afternoon. It seems that the directors and other investors are willing to continue to either loan or invest equity in the business, and to keep it afloat.

More to the point, they are also talking about launching a new beer in February 2024.

Which is indicative that there are some people who are very optimistic who are currently leading the business through its period of divestment (ie the Mildura Brewery Pub and the Ballarat brewery site) and reinvention.

This pleases me, as I find following the ongoing story of this company, from when I first acquired shares in it almost 13 years ago, five or six years prior to its listing, quite fascinating.

My one suggestion to them is that they should do as the founder did back then, and offer everyone who buys a slab of beer from them ten shares in the company. This would be a good way of ensuring sales for the first batch of the new beer they are launching in February. I am happy to partake in such an offer, once more, enough though red wine is usually my poison of choice.

On The Western Bulldogs Digital Membership

I’m new to Facebook, and having only joined for communication with relatives in Italy during my recent trip, all I use FB for now is to read those highly addictive Reddit stories (clickbait) about people who have toxic relatives or bosses (this takes up quite a lot of my time, given I find such stories fascinating).

On the rare occasions I read some other FB matters, I have a peak at the various Western Bulldogs fan pages. I am mostly not impressed by the content of those, as there are some rather toxic people who spend their time complaining about everything around the current status of the Club, including demanding the sacking of Luke Beveridge, our senior coach (memo – to these rocket scientists, we have had a premiership in 2016 and a 2021 grand final appearance under this coach, which makes this our Golden Age).

One thing that has triggered me a little is seeing those people who have traditional memberships posting about the arrival of their membership kits, complete with 2024 membership scarves. My own brother has received his kit.

I opted this year for digital membership, which entitles me to a $40 egift card instead of a $20 egift card in the Bulldogs Shop, and no scarf or physical membership card or stickers.

The egift card arrived this week about 6 weeks after I renewed and later than all these non-digital members get their kit of goodies.

Let me make it clear that I do not worry too much about scarves or stickers, and I mostly just pay my $92 or so in membership fees each year as a limited game day member due to my desire to support my Club financially.

But I would say, as a value proposition, the $40 egift card is not great. The extra $20 worth is due to not having the scarf mailed out to me with the kit. The email with the egift card suggested that I could use the egift card to buy a $20 scarf and then use the remainder to buy other merchandise.

Where this is annoying is that postage of merchandise represents a cost of $12.50 – an additional cost to members who, like me, try to buy merchandise online.

Which means that instead of giving digital members a $40 egift card, they should have given us a $52.50 egift card.

But this is a minor grumble. This year, for the first time ever, a long sleeved polo/rugby shirt is available as an option for current members. So I have put the $40 and another $40 (including the postage) into ordering one of those.

When that arrives, I will feel the instant gratification of receiving a new piece of fan gear, one which I will value more than yet another hat or scarf, particularly as my preferred casual wear involves polo shirts.

Australia’s Own Dreyfus Affair

The Dreyfus Affair was a tragic miscarriage of justice during the early years of the French Third Republic. Captain Alfred Dreyfus, a French army officer of Jewish background, was unjustly accused of espionage charges. Motivated by anti-semitism, his principal accusers in the military and the government were blind to evidence pointing conclusively to another officer, who had deep motives to accept bribes from Germany, being financially comprised.

Captain Dreyfus was eventually fully exonerated, after a decade, but not before he had spent several years as a prisoner on Devil’s Island, which ruined his health.

Many of those who sought justice for him were themselves falsely accused, such was the political climate of the time.

This week, we have our own Dreyfus Affair playing out in the courts here in Australia. Army lawyer David McBride is facing serious charges relating to leaking sensitive information to the ABC. Whilst this is not espionage, it is a serious breach of his duties as a member of the defence forces.

The tragic irony of this particular case is that the information McBride leaked to journalists relates to the evidence that there were war crimes allegedly committed by Australian Defence personnel in Afghanistan. Motivated by his conscience, and probably by a reasonably formed opinion that if he were to remain silent, rather than to become a public whistle blower, these alleged war crimes would never see the light of day and the alleged perpetrators would never face justice.

Instead, this week, it is Mr McBride who is facing justice in court.

Legally, I expect that the prosecution case is a strong one – open and shut. Mr McBride has leaked that information in violation of his responsibilities – this is factual and uncontested.

Morally, the matter is obviously more problematic. His defence have argued the laudable, but possibly quixotic, defence argument that he had a duty above that of his oath and the relevant secrecy legislation, to follow his conscience in this matter. This is similar to the arguments of the prosecutors at Nuremberg, that following immoral orders to commit immoral acts was not a defence against the charges of war crimes and crimes against humanity levelled at the Nazis.

The court of appeal has thrown out this defence argument today, and I expect that legally, this is the soundest decision. Courts and judges do need to follow the law in the administration of justice, rather than to make up rules on whim.

As a consequence, it appears according to the news today, that McBride may change his plea to guilty, given that his defence was based on a moral dilemma which has been disallowed.

But the issue which concerns me, and which should concern all Australian citizens, is not what the courts should determine in this matter. I have full confidence that the courts will deliver justice according to what the law stipulates, much as this will have tragic implications for Mr McBride.

The issue that concerns me is why the decision has been made to prosecute Mr McBride with the full force of the law in this matter, one where he despairingly sought to act in what he felt was in the public interest, where significance malfeasance (to put it mildly) was apparent but not being appropriately addressed by the authorities.

Yes, he had access to very sensitive and restricted information, which he had no legal right to reveal. Having the noblest of motives to reveal this in violation of his normal obligations does not diminish the legal liability, but it should mitigate it, and should have guided the hands of those who made the decision to prosecute him.

Instead, we have had a rare show of bipartisanship on the part of our Federal Attorney Generals. It was under the watchful gaze of Christian Porter, one of the least admirable of recent federal ministers, that these charges were laid in September 2018. It is now under current Attorney General, Mark Dreyfus KC, that the charges are proceeding to trial.

I am not alone in my concerns about this matter. Better informed people than myself have articulated their thoughts on this and another ongoing prosecution of a whistleblower:

I feel that the motives for the continuation of this trial is more a matter of protecting the legal sources of government power, which is supported by both sides of politics, given that they wield that power, rather than questioning the morality as to how, why and when that power is wielded by its agents.

The legal matter will result in the punishment of McBride by the law courts. The moral matter is one that we all need to consider ourselves, as the court of public opinion.

The irony and injustice inherent in Mr McBride being the sole person to face a criminal trial so far in relation to the war crimes allegations he revealed does give great reason to question the morality of our elected officials, who are prepared to hide behind the black letter of the law rather than to explore their consciences for a more holistic form of justice.

I hope that fairness prevails, and that Attorney General Dreyfus relents in this matter, and extends mercy to one who sought to expose the mercilessness of others.

Treasury Wine Estates Buys Daou Vineyards

Whilst I was travelling through Italy recently and scrolling through Facebook for the first time ever (the novelty has worn off), I found many ads promoting such investments as buying wine futures or whiskey kegs.

As I do like wine and whiskey, although not necessarily for investment, I did have a close look at those. As a result, I am pondering whether, for the sheer fun of it, to buy a whiskey keg or a carefully curated collection of fine wines as an investment.

My motives for owning 1000 shares in Treasury Wine Estates are rather similar. I like wine sufficiently that I have always been fond of the idea of owning shares in a wine company. In the distant past, I owned shares in the now long gone Fosters Group, Southcorp, and BRL Hardy at various times. More recently, I owned shares in Australian Vintage Group until they announced that they were not going to be paying a dividend this year, so I sold them and put the cash towards my holiday in Italy.

The announcement on Halloween that TWE is going to buy the American Daou Vineyards for $US 1 billion, mostly though a capital raising, piqued my interest as a shareholder.

I think I vaguely recall the Board hinting at the AGM at the imminent purchase when they said something about being interested in buying significant businesses which would complement the existing wine portfolio.

For me, the immediate impact is that I have the renounceable rights to buy 106 additional shares in TWE at a price (if I recall from the announcement) of $10.83 each. This represents a discount of about a dollar on where the share price is right now.

So… do I want to dig up the $1150 to buy those extra TWE shares?

I have decided NO, for several reasons.

First is that my motive for owning TWE shares is because I simply like owning a small part of a large winemaking business, particularly as it enables me to attend and enjoy the Annual General Meeting (all Bin 28 for me thanks, none of that midstrength Pepperjack!). I do not really see TWE as a core part of my share portfolio – the yield is relatively low and there is not that much diversity or growth compared to one of the LICs or ETFs I own, or to Washington Soul H Pattison (ie my main shareholding).

Second is that adding 106 shares spoils the symmetry of my share portfolio and makes my record keeping for possible sale at some point in the future a little messier. I outgrew dividend reinvestment schemes well over a decade ago (I have invested in the share market for about 27 years), and similarly am not so keen on share entitlement offers.

Third is that I can keep my $1150 for when I need it for some other investment. My Italy trip, my retirement party, and my replacement of my hot water service 6 months ago, all have put a bit of a hole in my bank balance, causing any further investments to be delayed for a while. I am much keener on either topping up one or other of my other share holdings, or to buy something entirely new.

And the fourth reason is that the renounceable rights issue could, depending on the share price during this period, result in a small premium being returned to me – money which I can then put aside for either more investment, or for my next big holiday (and no, I am not returning to Italy for at least another 3 years).

Has Political Discourse Become Less Civil?

The Commonwealth Police, predecessor to the current Australian Federal Police, had an almost ridiculous raison d’être for coming into existence. It was during the First World War, and the then Prime Minister, William Morris Hughes, was speaking to a crowd in Queensland, in the presence of the premier, who was not an ally. Someone threw eggs at Hughes, who indignantly demanded that the accompanying members of the Queensland constabulary arrest the miscreant. His words carried no authority with these servants of the Queensland government and he was ignored.

Hence a police force was created under federal jurisdiction to prevent future such assaults on the dignity of the Prime Minister.

WM Hughes is probably the most polarising figure in Australian history. Originally a product of the Labor Party, he split with them during the war over the issue of conscription, one where he was vehemently in favour, but the Irish Catholics who made up much of the rank and file vehemently opposed, becoming the earliest significant ‘rat’ in Labor Party demonology (although not quite the first). Still now the fifth longest serving prime minister, Hughes, over the next three and a half decades, continued to straddle Australian politics like a bucking bronco, serving in various governments and parties, and getting thrown out of more than one cabinet.

We have had other polarising figures, although I think that the closest we have come to Hughes in his prime was the toxic mid 1970s rivalry between Whitlam and Fraser, which pushed the conventions of our parliamentary system close to breaking point.

Despite that, we are lucky in that we have not had any real political violence. The murder of NSW MP John Newman in 1992 was more a matter of personal rivalries than political malice, and not, as some journalists claimed at the time, the first political assassination. Unsuccessful Liberal candidate Donald McKay was murdered in 1977 not because of his contribution to unseating extremely corrupt Labor MP (and closet mafia stooge) Al Grassby, but because he had been vocal in calling out Grassby’s mafia paymasters and corrupt local police for the blatant cultivation of marijuana crops around Griffith.

The closest to an actual assassination was the attempt on the life of then opposition leader Arthur Caldwell in the 1960s by Peter Kocan. But Kocan was not politically motivated – he was merely a mentally disturbed person who wished to make a name for himself. Apparently he now writes poetry, after been a guest of our mental health system for many years.

Whilst I was in Italy, there was an article in The Age which claimed that civil political dialogue had degenerated in recent years. It cited the incident where the NT Chief Minister was subjected to an assault where she was pied, and the suggestion by occasional boxer Anthony Mundine that a Yes campaigner step into the boxing ring with him to sort out their disagreements:

https://www.theage.com.au/politics/federal/fyles-attack-and-mundine-threat-suggest-australians-have-lost-the-ability-to-disagree-20230926-p5e7td.html?btis=

I very much disagree with the premise in that article. The instances I have mentioned above from Australian history, going back over a century, are probably the most vicious which have occurred during the 122 years since Federation. We have for the most part gotten along fine for a very long time.

If professional boxer Mr Mundine suggests someone get into the ring with him, in a distorted form of trial by combat (a medieval, arguably Arthurian, manner of settling political or legal questions), this is still more civil than the way that the NSW Labor- Right faction machine would sort out its differences in the 1970s and 80s, where it would surreptitiously break the bones of its internal rivals from the Left faction.

Then we have the quaint and Homer Simpsonesque practice of putting a pie in the face of a political figure. It is now over 20 years since the rather eccentric Marcus Brumer (with whom I was vaguely acquainted in his pre-pieman days and whom I consider to be a good bloke) got into trouble for putting pies into the faces of various politicians. Better pies than bullets, given what we see in much of the rest of the world.

The Age article does talk a bit about how social media is partly to blame for a reduction in civility. They do have a point there. In the two months since I joined Facebook, I have noticed that there are some semi-literate trolls who choose to throw abuse instead of reasoned debate and make ad hominem (they won’t understand that term) from the comfort of their keyboards. But then, the average IQ is 100, which means that perhaps half the population have less than the average IQ, but are still close enough to be able to use a phone, read the sports pages of the Herald Sun and count up to 21 in the shower. There is nothing new there.

I believe that we are very lucky in Australia, and that political dialogue remains as civil as it ever has, regardless of the timeless tendency of those who claim moral authority to try and shut up those with whom they disagree.

Halloween Again – Some Sober Reflections On The Real Monsters

‘Do you think that the faith has conquered the world, and that lions no longer need keepers?’ – TS Eliot

It’s Halloween again, and we go further and further down the rabbit hole of trick-or-treating, costumes, decorating the front garden, and boozy halloween parties attended by women in sexy witch costumes (or at least I hope so – I have never been to a halloween party yet).

Normally, I would be writing about how I have been worn out by the steady hype into accepting that Halloween is now an established part of Australian culture, a graft of Americanism that we have now adopted for our own. I will of course be leaving a bowl of lollies at the front gate.

But the world seems a little more serious this year than it has for a while, particularly during the cocoon of the pandemic where we could all just slumber in complacence.

Many will be dressing up as make believe monsters – ghosts, ghouls, vampires, public transport ticket inspectors…. It probably is time for us to reflect on who the real monsters are.

As I once read in a meme published on the long since defunct Google+, the Scooby Doo Show has taught us that the only real monsters are human, and so it is this year.

The Ukraine war is mostly off the front pages as it is last year’s news and no longer interesting, even though it is still ongoing. The only reason not to celebrate if Putin were to die is that he is, compared to many of his entourage and potential successors, quite moderate in his language and his measures. He is highly unlikely to go nuclear.

The latest Israel related conflict is the most serious since 1973, when I was far too young to notice what was going on beyond the songs we sang in my kindergarten class (I still do not quite get the significance of ‘Pop Goes The Weasel’ – does it explode?).

Whilst I am cautiously pro-Israel in my position, I cannot but feel that bombing targets rich in civilians is only going to play into the hands of the monsters in Hamas. After all, people who have lost their entire families will have lost everything to live for except revenge, and will prove a fertile recruitment ground for Hamas.

Hence we will now have at least one more generation before there can be any hope for peace in what our ancestors once called Outremer.

As Nietzsche warned us:

‘Battle not with monsters, lest ye become a monster, and if you gaze into the abyss, the abyss also gazes into you.’

And all the while, Xi continues to discreetly take Communist China forward with its aggressive expansionist agenda, currently aimed at the Phillipines.

To say nothing of the ongoing humanitarian crisis in Yemen, the untold (by the mainstream media) conflicts in sub-Sahara Africa, and the perpetual tragedies that are places like Afghanistan and Pakistan.

Halloween is cute, sure, and dressing up like pretend monsters is fun (more sexy witches please), but we have some real monsters who look much like ourselves to worry about.

Money Can’t Buy You Class, But It Can Make You Crass

I am not really into superhero movies. The only superhero I like is the Phantom, and his only superpower are his moral certainty and his mystique (ie Ghost Who Walks, Man Who Can Never Die).

[I will of course make an exception for Wonder Woman. And Black Widow. And Alison Brie as Captain Marvel.]

Hence I did not see that Superfriends movie which came out a few years ago, where, when Aquaman or some such asks Ben Affleck’s Batman what his superpower is, he replies “I’m rich”.

In the context of witty repartee in a film which is not expected to take itself seriously, this line works quite well.

But when the media has been reporting on the interactions between billionaire Anthony Pratt and various world figures, including Donald Trump, and Mr Pratt is quoted as saying “Being rich is my superpower”, it does not really work. He comes across as both somewhat insecure and crass.

And where someone like Donald Trump then, totally without irony, describes him as a ‘red haired weirdo’, it does descend almost into the surreal.

Longer term readers of my blog (ie those netizens paid by the Peoples Republic of China to keep an eye on online critics) will know my definition of crassness.

From my first trip to Italy, I determined that Crassness is when rich people behave badly (eg Rome is crass), Crudity is poor people behaving badly (eg Naples is crude), Magnificence is when rich people behave well (eg Venice is magnificent), and Elegance is when poor people behave well (eg Livorno is elegant, albeit extremely boring).

Being boastful about one’s inherited wealth and the doors that it will open and the influence that it will buy is not a very becoming look. It appears quite crass.

And to return to the general theme of superheroes, we have learned from Spiderman’s late uncle that ‘With great power comes great responsibility’.

Perhaps Mr Pratt should keep that in mind.