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This is a fascinating country in all sorts of ways and seems to be most popular with European and Japanese tourists, some Australians of course, but they are everywhere.

Since childhood Burma has been a romantic and exotic place for me.  It was impossible to grow up in the Australia of the 1950’s and not be familiar with that great Australian bass-baritone Peter Dawson’s rendition of Rudyard Kipling’s 'On the Road to Mandalay' recorded two decades or so earlier:  

Come you back to Mandalay
Where the old flotilla lay
Can't you hear their paddles chunking
From Rangoon to Mandalay

On the road to Mandalay
Where the flying fishes play
And the Dawn comes up like thunder
out of China 'cross the bay

The song went Worldwide in 1958 when Frank Sinatra covered it with a jazz orchestration, and ‘a Burma girl’ got changed to ‘a Burma broad’; ‘a man’ to ‘a cat’; and ‘temple bells’ to ‘crazy bells’.  

 

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Rangoon, like Bombay and Madras and Calcutta, has gone to be replaced by Yangon.  Why do we do this?  We still call Florence, Paris and Rome by their historical English names.  Is it some sort of post-colonial cringe? 

It would be nice if we tried to see history as past and dead, the unalterable inheritance of all mankind, not a political weapon to use against the future or something we have to ‘correct’.  What can that possibly mean? 

As I have said, time and again on this website, history is what put us here, exactly as it happened.  Without it happening exactly as it did until the day I was born I would not exist to write this.  And the same goes for you. 

Australia’s history is interwoven with that of Burma. When I was a boy the Australian Governor General, Sir William Slim, had previously been the General credited with winning the Burma Campaign against the Japanese, the first to turn the war against them. He is regarded as the greatest British General of WW2 and among the greatest British military commanders of all time.  Without his impact on the war I would not have been born, my parents would not have migrated to Australia and my children, specifically, would not exist.  Nor for that matter would anyone born in Australia, or elsewhere, since the war.

 

 

A little bit of background

For seventy years after full British occupation in the late 19th century Burma was administered as a part of British India.  Then, following local demands for independence, it was granted independent statehood in 1937, based on a Westminster system of democracy, as we have in Australia, with a Premier/PM and a locally elected Legislative Assembly and a Senate that was half appointed by the British Governor and half by the Assembly. 

It seems like a good transitional model to the full independence of Australia, New Zealand or Canada. But it was no more popular with the radical independence movement than the similar Westminster Parliament in India.

 

Burma's colonial High Court building in Yangon
Burma's High Court building in Yangon (Rangoon) from the colonial period

 

Burma was occupied by the Japanese for three years during WW2 (see more below).  After the war Britain no longer had the resources, or the heart, to hold on those parts of empire that were unwilling.  And Gandhi, Nehru and Jenner had done their work well in India.  So in 1947 India was partitioned into India and Pakistan; and Burma became independent too. 

Millions were immediately killed in inter-religious conflicts.

After Independence Burma suffered interminable intertribal/interregional squabbling, mostly seeking regional autonomy.  But it is clear from their advanced infrastructure and the style of buildings in Yangon and Mandalay that at one stage Burma was highly developed compared to its neighbours.

In the midst of ongoing civil unrest, a communist inspired military coup seized power in 1962 and imposed martial law.  Thus another domino in US President Eisenhower’s ‘domino theory’ fell.  All major industries were nationalised along with many private businesses owned by foreigners and their decedents.  The Indian and British families that had not left with Burmese independence and Indian Partition in 1947 now did so.  Foreign travel to Burma was heavily restricted.

This repressive situation lasted for almost 30 years, longer than most Burmese have lived.

The outcome was an almost immediate destruction of the commercial class followed by economic collapse and steady decline in standard of living, together with the reported exploitation of the vulnerable as slave labour.  Along with this went what seems to be inevitable when people do not own or feel personal responsibility for property, a decaying built environment.

 

In the old business district
In the old business district - look at the roofing

 

Increasingly violent protests resulted in the military junta agreeing to free elections in 1990.  But when Aung San Suu Kyi’s NLD party, won 80% of the seats the Junta declared the result invalid, outlawed the party and locked her up. 

Another 20 years passed. Another election, this time widely thought to have been rigged, Aung San Suu Kyi is still under house arrest.  On to 2012 and by-elections.  This time Aung San Suu Kyi has been released and the NLD has been allowed to participate.  The world shouts hooray!  And tourists and smart money start flooding in. 

The next General Election is in 2015.  Standby for trouble.

 

 

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Travel

Denmark

 

 

  

 

 

In the seventies I spent some time travelling around Denmark visiting geographically diverse relatives but in a couple of days there was no time to repeat that, so this was to be a quick trip to two places that I remembered as standing out in 1970's: Copenhagen and Roskilde.

An increasing number of Danes are my progressively distant cousins by virtue of my great aunt marrying a Dane, thus contributing my mother's grandparent's DNA to the extended family in Denmark.  As a result, these Danes are my children's cousins too.

Denmark is a relatively small but wealthy country in which people share a common language and thus similar values, like an enthusiasm for subsidising wind power and shunning nuclear energy, except as an import from Germany, Sweden and France. 

They also like all things cultural and historical and to judge by the museums and cultural activities many take pride in the Danish Vikings who were amongst those who contributed to my aforementioned DNA, way back.  My Danish great uncle liked to listen to Geordies on the buses in Newcastle speaking Tyneside, as he discovered many words in common with Danish thanks to those Danes who had settled in the Tyne valley.

Nevertheless, compared to Australia or the US or even many other European countries, Denmark is remarkably monocultural. A social scientist I listened to last year made the point that the sense of community, that a single language and culture confers, creates a sense of extended family.  This allows the Scandinavian countries to maintain very generous social welfare, supported by some of the highest tax rates in the world, yet to be sufficiently productive and hence consumptive per capita, to maintain among the highest material standards of living in the world. 

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Fiction, Recollections & News

Merry Christmas

 

 

It's with much optimism that I wish you all a happy festive season and a prosperous 2023, after a 'bit of a rough spell'.

To echo the late Queen, 2020 was an annus horribilis: Terrible bushfires; then Covid-19 struck; followed by floods. 2021 was not a lot better, with repeated lock-downs and no international travel. Thankfully, 2022 was much brighter in Australia (unless one lived or did business on a floodplain).  It was the northern hemisphere's turn to have fires and to suffer drought.

And as I predicted at the outset, Covid-19 ceased to be a major issue - people are either dead; vaccinated; and/or have had the virus and survived. It's not quite Herd Immunity but the virus is no longer a worrying cause of death, even among those nearing the end of life.

When the virus first hit in Australia, following a mismanaged Cruise ship arrival, I was moved to speculate on how it might end.

 

Love in the time of Coronavirus Published 26 March 2020

"In the meantime I've been drawn into several Facebook discussions about the 1918-20 Spanish Influenza pandemic.

After a little consideration I've concluded that it's a bad time to be a National or State leader as they will soon be forced to make the unenviable choice between the Scylla and Charybdis that I end this essay with.

On a brighter note, I've discovered that the economy can be expected to bounce back invigorated. We have all heard of the Roaring Twenties.

So the cruise industry, can take heart, because the most remarkable thing about Spanish Influenza pandemic was just how quickly people got over it after it passed.

The history books tell us that the Roaring Twenties were a reaction to the end of the Great War. Yet the War was but one of the hurdles that had to be overcome. The Spanish Influenza pandemic was, more briefly, an enormous burden on post-war society - shutting down commerce, in the same way we are now becoming familiar with, and killing tens of thousands.

Although historians disagree over the numbers all agree that the Spanish Influenza pandemic killed a great number. The lowest estimate is 17 million worldwide while another puts it at between 24.7 and 39.3 million. Most, including the National Museum of Australia and Wikipedia, tell us that over 50 million people died worldwide. Globally, this is many more than died in the Great War (WW1). For example, the United States lost less than 120 thousand to the War - then over half a million to the pandemic..."

"So in the shadow of the dreadful losses in World War I, that are memorialised in our streets and parks and still remembered reverently at least twice a year, the pandemic that took many young women too, has been almost scrubbed clean from collective memory."

 

 

The best thing this year was our ability to travel overseas again and to visit Berlin and my daughter Emily, her partner Guido and their children, Leander and Tilda. I'm pleased to report that both grandchildren have very good English, in addition to their native German (Berlin style).

Those of you who read last year's message will find what follows familiar. I've barely changed a word.

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Opinions and Philosophy

Adolf Hitler and me

 

 

 

Today, with good cause, Adolf Hitler is the personification of evil. 

Yet without him my parents may never have married and I certainly would not have been conceived in a hospital where my father was recovering from war injuries. 

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