It is astonishing the extent to which Australians don’t give a shit about what happens to Julian Assange. He can be kept in a Kafka prison, undergo a Kafka trial at the behest of a country who openly want to torture him, and probably kill him. But no one except a very few good guys, like George Christensen, says a word. Nothing from the Poster Child for Principle, Penny Wong. Nothing from Albanese. Of course nothing from ScoMoFo or the invisible Payne-in-the-ass. Nothing from our oh-so-wonderful stately journalists, from Michelle Grattan or Laura Tingle or Katherine Murphy, and of course nothing from the stable of Murdoch toads. Nothing from Paul Barry and of course nothing from Michael “Gold Star” Rowland. Nothing from any of them. Deutsche Welle and Le Monde and Aljazeera can publish opinion pieces on the lunatic sadism of the persecution of an Australian. Cédric Villani, while taking time off from winning Fields medals, can lead a French political call for Assange’s asylum. But from Australians? A screaming nothing.
To even read about Assange, one has to scour. Here are a few recent articles.
Saska Peachey in Jacobin.
Bernard Keane in Crikey.
Phillip Adams and guests on Late Night Live (audio).
Oscar Grenfell in World Socialist Web.
Gary Lord at Michael West Media (09/21/21 – thanks, Simon).
No one else in Australia seems to give a Rat’S.
That other Good Guy, Barnaby Joyce, has written a strong opinion piece in the Sydney Morning Herald, opposing Assange’s extradition to the US. There have also been editorials supportive of Assange in The Age and The Guardian.
Guy Rundle has written an excellent piece in Crikey.
Well-known peacenik Bob Carr has written a good editorial in The Guardian.