BBQ Lunch at the Arirang Korean restaurant, drinks at 44 Edgecliff, and Reg Grundy bidding for the rights to the burnt remains of Sydney’s Luna Park on the harbour. The Lionel Murphy files are nothing if not a trip down memory lane, back to the mid-1970s. Henry Bucks, cream safari, man-bling, hair-to-the-collar, a steak lunch in the red room, and the cops, the New South Wales ALP and the crims all gladhanding each other in Kings Cross. And at the centre of it all, or so it was alleged, was Lionel Murphy, attorney-general in the Whitlam government, later High Court judge, and, by the time that an inquiry was launched in the mid-1980s, a cancer sufferer.
In 1985, Murphy had been convicted and then acquitted on appeal for perverting the course of justice, after it was alleged he had tried to help out his “associate” Morgan Ryan, in a court case, calling in a favour to help “my little mate”. But these weren’t the only allegations circulating about Murphy, and the Hawke government decided it had an alternative but to convene an inquiry. By the time it was ready to sift the allegations, Murphy was dying, and nothing was tested.
Thirty years later, they’ve resurfaced with the release of the inquiry files — all 6000 pages, PDFs of typed sheets, wiretap transcripts and handwritten notes. The effect is both dizzying and inconsequential. Of the 41 allegations, made as inquiry submissions, 20 were rejected out of hand. Those that survived, but remained untested, chiefly centre on the relationship between Murphy and NSW Labor premier Neville “Nifty” Wran, and Murphy’s alleged willingness to tap Nifty for a few favours for mates, prominent among them, Sydney gangster Abe Saffron. By current standards, the loot was modest: a lease on the harbourside land occupied by Sydney’s Luna Park, before a 1979 fire there; contracts to refit Central Station. “Evidence” that Murphy was in cahoots with Saffron, included that he used to dine at Saffron’s motel restaurant in Edgecliff. A motel restaurant in Edgecliff! Them’s were the days.
[Rundle: all facts point to US involvement in the Dismissal]
Yet by another measure, it was more a more brutal time. Saffron had wanted the plum Luna Park site for years. He was associated with half-a-dozen fires ’round Sydney. One of his associates was known as ”The Torch” (he gets a mention). And the Luna Park fire, in the ghost train, killed six children and an adult. One of the “witnesses” to the Saffron-Murphy relationship, James McCartney Anderson, was Saffron’s fixer, and probably murdered Juanita Nielsen, the Kings Cross activist campaigning against large-scale redevelopments of inner-city neighbourhoods in 1974. Anderson claimed that Murphy was a silent partner in Saffron’s nightclub (and upstairs brothel) The Venus Room, and attended orgies, blah blah. His proof? Murphy was seen at the nightclub part, with Saffron on occasion. But Anderson had a big incentive to create as much smoke-and-bulldust as possible, and was also, by all accounts, a drug-addled delusional psychopath.
Amidst this, is another alleged scandal, more bizarre to some, yet really at the core of the pursuit of Murphy: the Watergate style break-in at the Gladesville home/office of Junie Morosi, secretary and lover of Whitlam government deputy PM, and leader of the left, Jim Cairns. This was organised by W.C. Wentworth, Liberal heavyweight, ageing scion of a landed family, and obsessive anti-communist. Wentworth and others were convinced that Murphy was part of a Communist cabal, which was directing the Whitlam government, founded on the, erm, close relations of some of them (the Gietzelt brothers, Murphy’s political mentors) to the Communist Party of Australia. Further evidence was Murphy’s liberal rights agenda on issues such as no-fault divorce, civil marriage, and addressing archaic laws by creating the Law Reform Commission.
What really tore it for them was Murphy, as attorney-general, staging a raid on ASIO HQ in 1973 because ASIO were failing to investigate fascist Croatian terrorists in Australia — thus making impossible a visit by the President of (non-aligned, socialist) Yugoslavia, part of Australia’s re-orientation of its foreign policy. This was, as CIA supremo James Jesus Angleton would later say, the trashing of “the jewels in the crown”, shared intelligence. It was a magnificent rebellion against the shadow state of the spy agencies, but it sealed the Whitlam government’s fate.
[Rundle: proving the CIA-backed conspiracy that brought down Whitlam]
Wentworth had been a leading light in local CIA front, the Australian Congress for Cultural Freedom (along with John Kerr). His break-in to Morosi’s place, a rogue act, it seems — three operatives were hired to do it — was to find documentary proof of their orders from Moscow. One of the breakees shopped the operation to Murphy via Morgan Ryan (see above). Murphy had a sting operation put in place and when the snitch was arrested too, he squealed (Jesus, this vocab, it’s like a year 11 Guys and Dolls production) and Murphy allegedly got him un-arrested. It’s more complicated than that, and there’s a whole other thing about Murphy allegedly trying to groom a couple of cops in the newly established AFP, but with no bribery involved.
So what does it add up to? There doesn’t really seem much doubt that Murphy was pulling strings to help out a couple of mates. But there is no evidence of any deeper criminal involvement. That does not however invite dismissal as simply the different mores of a more colourful time. Murphy was no radical socialist, but he was a fighter for rights, for equality, for law subject to progressive political change, and for elected government against shadow operatives. The obsessive hatred of those who pursued him was real enough — but like quite a few who passed through those years, the lustre of commitment dimmed, and what remained was the comfort, creature and otherwise, of mates. But ah it was a long time ago, worn and faded as the cover of a Carter Brown. We now return you to your usual programming, the plebiscite, where John Howard is rushing to the defence of evangelical smooth-jazz wedding bands, and activists are advocating a yes/no to refute binary logic. No, you can’t stay here. It’s 1976 and the Korean barbecue is over.
*the US used the government’s new tenders for loan-brokers, charged with finding $4 billion ($150-200 billion in today’s terms) to infiltrate CIA fronts into the mix, and then helped persuade their onetime client, Sir John Kerr, that a spy-agency busting government threatening to cancel the lease on US spy bases, and name CIA operatives, might be inconvenient.
There’s the proof! No-one dined at the restaurant at Lodge 44. I find it extremely unlikely that they even had a menu. On the other hand, upstairs there was what used to be referred to as “a knocking shop”
Correct Pants. Abe’s official office was at Lodge 44 but there was no restaurant. There were several up the road at the junction and one in aprticular was hosted by Maitre de for some years Tony Gattellari the ex boxer who has had a recent major brush with the law. “Todo” was more precisly known in the Cross as “Todo the Torch”, and I think his real name was Todor Maxiomiovich. A great many fires he staged on various premises, many run by Jim Anderson (who was probably Juanita Nielsen’s murderer) , and also several then gay venues, all heavily under de facto Saffron ownership through the licensee Dawn O’ Donnell (Abe couldn’t hold a license.) I always thought Dawn was a vile small time crim of the worst kind (she had no taste) despite her repuation as “Saint Dawn” amongt the drag community, Her long term girlfriend Anikka was a real charmer and oiled the necessary social grooves in those days while Dawn rode roughshod over everyone . Abe also had a long history of enormous high standingwith many, many legit business owners in the town. Because he knew all the pams that had to be greased including the cops, the crfooked Sydney Council, the cleaners, the wholesale delivery drivers, builders etc he knew who it was necessary to tap on the shoulder when a business was getting a hard time (usually holding out for graft.) One such beneficiary of his largesse was my mother Kay Hare who during the early fifties was running a daytime only cafe in Pitt street up near Park St. One of the major suppliers delivery guys became “difficult” and began demanding payback like a sort of protection. My mother’s older brother Joe David who ran a very big food and drink empire (legit) and was one ofthe first lebasnese big Leb business figuresin Sydney called Saffron, who sorted out the individual stadning over Kay with a shakedown by a couple of giant Tongan standover men who were invariably dressed in bespoke pin stripe fine fabric suits. The world was a different place then. Better in so many ways as was Sydney, not the awful hollow rich bastards ‘ place it is today.
Was working in a community mental health outpatients above the Smith Family on Crown, mid 70s, and recall vividly the feel of things when Juanita went MIA. It was quite chilling.
We were certainly in ‘knocking shop central’ there.
Was working in a community mental health outpatients above the Smith Family on Crown, mid 70s, and recall vividly the feel of things when Juanita went MIA. It was quite chilling.
We were certainly in ‘knocking shop central’ there.
Actual laugh at the last line. Back to the future 🙁
On the subject of the plebiscite/postal survey, I got mine today and first thing I did was shine a torch through the envelope. The internet was right, you can see right through it! Makes me wonder what they spent 9 digits on if no one thought to try that until the public got their hands on it. They’re not too bright over at the ABS.
Just to put this nostalgia fest in some perspective – to go with BK’s paean to pre neolib daze above – the crims in those days up to the mid 60s went to great lengths not to inconvenience the ‘squareheads’ (upright citizenry).
They shot, slashed and bashed each other but would have stern words with anyone who involved decent folk.
The rot began, as so often last century, with our great & good Hegemon sending its troops to Sydney for R&R, introducing heroin, better guns and no regard for standards.
And both political parties jumped in feet first, trying to outdo each other in eager obsequiousness to the new overlords.
Again, it turns out no one’s an angel. Not in politics, for sure. In the sheets? Hell no! But in business? I’ve never, ever met a businessman who didn’t think it was an ethical obligation to cheat on taxes, skirt employment regulations, and shaft anyone lower down the supply chain that they could. The very definition of hypocrisy is righteous ‘free-enterprise’ Liberals.