Part 7 - Easter 1998 - Continued
Violence on the
picket lines
By about 11am the
picket line was becoming very agitated. They were shaking the gates at the
entrance to the facility and it looked like they were going to break
through. We knew if this happened, we
would be in a great deal of trouble. We
believed that it was fairly certain that if the picketers got through the gate
they would beat up everybody on the wrong side of the picket line.
I remember I turned to my colleague when it looked like the
fence was going to collapse and the picketers were going to
swarm into the facility, to ask him what he thought we should do if that
happened. We both decided that we were
too tired to run away and anyway there wouldn’t be anywhere on the dock to hide
from the 1000 plus picketers. We were
also quite certain at the time that if the gates came down the fact we were
ACCC officers would not matter to the picketers. Accordingly, we decided that
our only option was to stand our ground and try to fight our way out. I know
this sounds very dramatic, but that is what we had resolved to do at the time.
The manager of security came across to us and told us that
we had to go inside. He explained that as part of the deal with the MUA, all
the security guards and guard dogs had had to be “secured” in a room so they
would not threaten the safety of the tugboat crews. Apparently, some picketers had seen me and my
colleague outside and had complained to Patrick that we had not been
“secured”.
At the time, I thought this was the most ridiculous thing I
had ever heard. On the one side of the picket
line, there were about 15 security guards, six guard dogs, one former British
SAS officer, 2 Freehills lawyers, 1 cameraman and two ACCC officers. On the
other side, there were at least 1000 picketers shouting out at the top of their
voices that they were going to kill us.
And the MUA had the gall to claim that we posed a threat to them?
Anyway, we agreed to the manager’s request and went inside
the building near the entrance to the container facility. This way we would be
out of the sight of the picketers. On
entering this building, we were struck by how the entire inside of the building
had been destroyed by the MUA workers when they were removed from the premises on
the previous Tuesday. All the filing
cabinets had been opened and the documents strewn all over the floors, every
piece of furniture which could be pushed over had been pushed over, property
such as computers and other electrical equipment had been smashed, cabling had
been pulled out of the walls, and the windows had been smashed. Obviously, the
MUA had not gone quietly!
We were inside this building when the tugboats brought in
the Australian Endeavour. Once the
vessel had berthed and been tied up, we were able to leave the building to
watch the unloading.
Fortunately, for us the gates did not collapse. I cannot
remember precisely what distracted the mob, but it may have been the arrival of
the bus with the non-union labour force.
I remember watching as the bus of non-union workers approached
the picket line. The picketers were hurling abuse at the occupants of the bus
and throwing rocks. As soon as the bus
was close to the picket line it was swarmed upon by the picketers, who
proceeded punch, kick and spit on the bus, and to hit the bus various makeshift
clubs. As far as I could see, the police
who were in attendance did nothing to stop the wholesale destruction of the
bus.
The bus finally made it inside the fence. I immediately went
up to the bus to examine the damage.
Most of the windows had been smashed and there were hundreds of dents on every side of the bus. There was great deal of saliva on the side
of the bus from where all the picketers had spat on it. I suspect that the bus was so badly damaged
that it had to be written off - every panel and almost every window would have
had to be replaced.
The non-union labour force had obviously been expecting this
less than friendly reception and had taken some precautions. They had brought
mattresses on the bus, which they pushed up against the windows to protect the
occupants from being assaulted or struck with projectiles. Even though the
picketers were able to smash the windows, they were unable to assault any of
the non-union workers inside because of the mattresses. Unfortunately, this was
not the case at some other sites where non-union workers were assaulted by
picketers.[1]
When the non-unionists got off the bus, they were visibly
shaken. I remember some of the workers looked
as white as sheets when they got off the bus.
This whole episode made me very angry. These non-union workers were being used by
both sides as the proverbial pawns in the entire Patrick – MUA game.
First, I could not believe the barbarism of the picketers. I
have no doubt that if the picketers had been able to get their hands on the occupants
of the bus that they would have seriously injured or even killed these people.
Second, it seemed to me that it would have been very easy for
Patrick to bring these workers in by boat or even by helicopter rather than
requiring them to run the gauntlet of the picket line. I suspected then and
still suspect now that these workers were sent through the picket line by
Patrick for the cynical purpose of provoking the picketers into violence which Patrick could later use to try to turn public opinion against the MUA.
Arrival of the
Australian Endeavour
Some time after the Australian Endeavour arrived at Port Botany,
the non-union labourers started unloading the vessel. It was at this time that
Corrigan arrived via helicopter. He was
followed by a steady stream of helicopters carrying journalists from every
major news agency. Corrigan had planned
to helicopter in the reporters and then to hold
a press conference.
Once all the reporters had arrived, Corrigan gave a short
speech during which he declared that today was a momentous day. He said that it
was the first time in 50 years that a container ship had been loaded in Australia
Having worked with Professor Fels for a few years, I had
learnt a great deal about dealing with the media. I knew immediately that 30
journalists were not going to write 30 stories with the same angle at the request of
Corrigan. Each one of these journalists would be looking for their own
individual angle on the day’s events.
As soon as Corrigan opened the press conference for
questions, he was hammered with questions from a multitude of different angles
- very few of which adopted the line which Corrigan wanted them to
report. I have to admit that I enjoyed seeing Corrigan’s discomfort at the
questions which he was being asked. He was becoming more and more exasperated and
angry at the media’s questioning.
When the press conference was over, the helicopters started
shuttling the reporters and Patrick’s management out of Port Botany. At one stage Patrick’s then Company
Secretary, who had also been shuttled in with Corrigan, saw me amongst the
crowd. He immediately came across to me for the sole purpose of telling me off because
the ACCC had not yet commenced legal proceedings against the MUA.
At this stage, I had been working for 31 hours straight and
was in no mood to stand there and listen to abuse from anybody, much less somebody
employed by Patrick. I must admit that at the time I gave some serious thought
to just punching him in the head. I
thought that while this person was probably sitting at his local yacht club sipping
a latte, approximately 30 non-union workers were taking their lives in their
hands by trying to get through a 1000-strong mob.
I hate to say it but the APS Code of Conduct did not play a
part in my decision not to punch him in the head. Rather, the main reason I didn’t punch him in
the head was because I was so exhausted – I am sure it would not have been much
of a punch! Instead, I decided to walk away.
Extraction
After the press conference, the Assistant Director and I decided
that it was time to leave.
The problem was that we had not worked out how we were going
to get out. It seemed that there was no
option but to catch a helicopter ride out of Port Botany, as trying to walk out
the front gate would have been suicide. By this time, the picket line was even more
incensed as the non-union workers had started unloading the vessel.
I should add that even to our untrained eyes, the non-union
workers did not seem to very adept at unloading containers. They were going
very slowly and we witnessed a few near mishaps. However, given what these workers had just
been through I think it was only fair to give them the benefit of the
doubt. I doubt I would be able to focus
on my job properly either, if I had just been attacked by a mob of 1000 people.
I realised that by this stage my
Assistant Director was well and truly over the whole Port Botany experience. Indeed,
I recalled an earlier warning sign that he was at the end of his tether and needed
to go home.
A few hours before we had been
wandering around the container facility by ourselves without the mandatory
security guard and guard dog. A security
guard had approached us to tell us off for not following the security
protocols. My Assistant Director
immediately turned to this security guard (who by the way must have 6 foot 6, a
gym-junkie and armed with what appeared to be a extendable baton) and started to
berate him at the top of his voice for 5 minutes about how the
entire security arrangements were a joke and that one measly guard and a guard
dog were not going to protect us from 1000 picketers. The security guard just listened patiently to
my Assistant Director's tirade and then simply said “okay” before walking away.
There were also a few signs that I
was losing it as well. For example, I
remember going up to one of the security guards at one stage and asking him if
I could pat his guard dog. He looked at
me as if I was mad and said “Yea, if you want to lose a hand!”
When the opportunity came for us
to hitch a helicopter ride, I made sure my Assistant Director got on one of the
first helicopters out.
I was forced to wait until the very
last helicopter. Despite the fact that I
had been working over 30 hours by this stage, I soon discovered the futility of
trying to push in front of a journalist for a seat on a helicopter when they are
facing an Easter Saturday deadline.
I eventually got onto the very last
helicopter ride out of Port Botany. I
strapped in, and tried to avoid eye contact with my fellow passengers.
I had a nervous moment when the
person immediately next to me in the helicopter asked me, when we were in the
air, whether I was one of the “Freehills lawyers”. When I replied that I
wasn’t a Freehills lawyer but rather was an ACCC officer I thought from the
look on the guy's face that he was going to push me out of the
helicopter. Fortunately for me, Corrigan just shook his head and turned
away with a slightly miffed look on his face.
When we landed over at Mascot, I
asked Corrigan’s bodyguard whether I could get a lift with them back to the
city. His bodyguard refused so I asked
Corrigan directly. He agreed quite unenthusiastically.
As we drove back to the city in
Corrigan’s security van, he discussed with a colleague his frustration with the
media and how they didn’t seem to want to run the story he wanted them to run. I
thought to myself “This guy really needs some media training from Professor
Fels”.
I felt like telling him that he
couldn’t expect 30 journalists to run a story about the days events from exactly the same angle – rather he should have tried to give the story exclusively to one paper and one television network. In this way, he may have been
successful in getting somebody to run his preferred spin on the story. However, I decided against giving Corrigan
any media advice partly because I was bumming a ride and partly because I could
see Corrigan was in a very bad mood. He has started the day believing that it
would be his crowning glory– but it was now rapidly turning into a media
fiasco.
When I got back to work, I jumped
in a cab and went home. By the time I
got home, it was about 7pm . It dawned
on me that I had been working continuously for 34 hours except for a five-minute
nap on the wharf earlier that day. I
fell asleep as soon as I got home and woke up 17 hours later.
When I woke up, I asked myself whether our trip
to Port Botany had been worthwhile?
It was clear that the entire escapade had been extremely
dangerous for both of us – we had been chased by boats on Port Botany, stranded
on a wharf at 1am, forced to climb over a deep pit in pitch darkness, had rocks
thrown at us and had come perilously close to having to fight our way out of
the container facility with our fists. Add
to that the fact that we had obtained virtually no evidence and you could
hardly call it a red-letter day.
However, we did gain one important bit of intelligence from
the whole Port Botany experience - we now knew unequivocally that both sides of the
dispute hated us. It was apparent that Patrick hated us because they thought we
were not sufficiently involved in the dispute, while the MUA
hated us because they thought we were too involved in the
dispute!
[1] “Attack
on bus leaves four injured”, SHM, 16
April 1998 , p. 16.
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