I have reached a new stage in my life. It is the book-launching stage, first identified in Egyptian writings where it was called the “scroll rolling” stage of life, though we only know this second hand from Phoenician sources. At least judging from my experience, it comes upon one quite suddenly. I hadn’t launched any books until this May and nowI’ve launched two. Naturally, at my stage of life, I would be a fool not to make myself available foryour next book launch.

In any eventI was asked to launch a marvellous book_Dunera Lives_ whichI recommend toyou not least because it’s text is deliciously short and well written with a whole slew oflavish illustration showingyou just how much class was incarcerated on that boat and in the camps when it arrived inAustralia.

Checking sources asI wrote my speechI came upon a review of the first popular book on the Dunera sticky taped into the cover of Cyril Pearl’s The Dunera Scandal by my father. He ended it with the story of one of the Dunera refugees being shown a galah in a tree beyond the barbed wire by a soldier. “Haveyou ever seen one ofthose before?”. The soldier asked. “Yes” came the reply, but on that occasion_it_was in the cage." The bookis full of this kind of liveliness and cheek.

In any event, the book was being worked on as historian Ken Inglis’s final project. He died before it could be completed but it was then taken to completion by his friend, American academic historian Jay Winter, historian at Monash University Seamus Spark and Carol Bunyan who was born in Hay and has taken a huge interest in the Dunera story and in documenting it. Though many of the speeches were apologetic that it couldn’t be as good as Ken would have made it, it’s different to what Ken would have delivered, but not worse. In particular, Seamus’s researches turned up a treasure trove of artefacts that are beautifully reproduced.

There was a lot of class when they arrived. But they added to that class.

Here’s the Red Cross report on the Hay Camps 7 and 8 which took the Dunera Boys.

I spoke after Rai Gaita, Jay Winter and Seamus. There were actually two launches. One on Sunday 8th July at the Melbourne Jewish Museum (this was after a launch at the National Library in Canberra) andoneat Readings Hawthorn the next day.

In any event, my speech is below. Asyou’ll note, I end it, asI ended my speech launching Max Corden’s memoirs with a quote about Captain Broughton whichI think of as a kind of incantation to empathy. I’d love to get a fund going to endow an annual Broughton Prize for a conspicuous act of empathy. Anyone fancy helping?

Remarks on launching Dunera Lives

As I discovered when I spoke yesterday, though none of the speakers planned it this way, the speeches youve just heard take me to the point I want to make. Note that none of the authors of the book were relatives of the Dunera Boys. And the one with the most distant physical connection living on another continent is the only one whos Jewish.

Jay spoke of the story as the triumph of Jewish customs and ways of life encountering and being re-lived in a new land, I wanted to celebrate the way in which the host culture Australian non-Jewish culture and the Australian people rose to the occasion.

Many of you will have seen the Hollywood movie Pretty Woman which ends in a famous scene which re-enacts the archetypal folk tale of Rapunzel. After performing the requisite heroics, Richard Gere as the hero asks Julia Roberts, now secure in his arms as the heroine So what happened when he climbed up the tower and rescued her?. She answers She rescues him right back.

A Dunera Boy’s sketch of Kristallnacht

The Australian people rescued the Dunera Boys. Australian officialdom was none too keen.

(a) German Nazis. Having warned this group prior to sailing of my methods should trouble arise, . . . their behaviour has been exemplary. They are of a fine type, honest and straightforward, and extremely well- disciplined. I am quite prepared to admit however, that they are highly dangerous.

(b) Italians. This group are filthy in their habits, without a vestige of discipline, and are cowards to a degree.

(c) German and Austrian Jews. Can only be described as subversive liars, demanding and arrogant, and I have taken steps to bring them into my line of thought. They will quote any person from a Prime Minister to the President of the United States as personal references, and they are definitely not to be trusted in word or deed.

But the people themselves were a different kettle of fish, including that man with the rifle in all the guises of the story that Jay mentioned I heard that the Dunera Boy was asked to hold the soldiers rifle so he could light a smoke on the train to Hay. And the Dunera Boys rescued them right back.

Rai Gaita spoke of dignity. Here were talking about dignity and_difference_. And it turns out theres a chasm between peoples view of difference their way of comprehending it from a distance, and from more personal encounters.

It’s remarkable how much of the art in the book is very good as with this example. the book also containsErwin Fabian’s fabulous portrait of my father.

Let me tell you of the words of someone whod just participated in the rescue of children from a sunken boat. It was quite a joy to hold the little kids hands and watch them smile. Those are the words of Naval Commander Norman Banks. We know the episode from some other words spoken a few months later in an election campaign. We decide who comes here and the terms on which they come. Yes it was the sinking of a refugee boat which provided the occasion for the Prime Minister to claim that the refugees had chucked their kids in the water for a PR savvy photo op.

To this day the official meanness towards refugees, at least those arriving by boat is maintained by making sure no Australian can get close to them, can even see film of them. But as initially wary Australians encountered the refugees, their wariness melted away. They were just like us. This has happened around regional Australia all over again in the last decade or so as regional towns have welcomed refugee communities to their number.

We dont really understand exactly why some things are so memorable. We know that there were plenty of battles in WWI. Yet one of them rattles around in the Australian psyche so much more than all the others Gallipoli. Similarly there were many ships bringing out migrants from the old to the new world. Many people living in silver cities of various kinds.

And yet this unlikely story of a few thousand stray Europeans of indeterminate status finding themselves in the desert whiling away their time playing soccer attending an improvised university, and performing and attending musical concerts and reviews has produced a steady stream of books and, improbably of all, a TV mini-series.

Australia was full of people who rose to that occasion. People like Ken Inglis who marvelled at these strange sophisticated souls whod turned up at Melbourne University and spent his final years trying to make sense of it and, as a good historian will, to make his own contribution to it. Like Carol Bunyan who was brought up in Hay and who beavered away on her database of the Dunera Boys sufficiently that she knows more about my fathers whereabouts during that time than I do. I told Carol that Dad stayed in Hay. That he wasnt moved to Tatura. But her database says otherwise.

If this work reminds you of Paul Klee, it should. It’s painter,Ludwig Hirschfeld-Mackstudied at the Bauhaus before finding his way to Australia (no doubt via some circuitous route) on the_Dunera_. He was quite a bit older than my father and ended up as art master at Geelong Grammar where he wrought the entrance gates and painted a whole series of frescoes of Christian themes in the chapel there. I bought this watercolour called The Boat at an auction house about twenty or so years ago before I could have imagined its usefulness during the book launching period of my life.

However, I want to close by reading you words written about someone who helped those Dunera Boys who were released from captivity into the Australian Armys 8thEmployment Company, which as we know, they the Dunera Boys could not desist from calling the 8thEnjoyment Company. Theyre about the man who welded an extraordinarily diverse, and it seems from the record, incorrigibly cheeky group of men into an effective working unit.

His name was Edward Renate Mugunga Broughton. He wasnt Jewish. He wasnt even Australian though he was antipodean in the truest sense. He was a mixed blood Maori born in Ngapuke, New Zealand in 1884. He lied about his age to fight for his country in the Boer War when his true age was 16. He fought with the Maori Battalion at Gallipoli and was mentioned in dispatches. He then fought on the Western Front and in a Russian regiment. Having overstated his age for the Boer War, he understated it by 16 years to fight in World War Two.

This is what Dunera Boy Irwin Frenkel said about him on his death in 1955:

Keenly intelligent, well-read, endowed with a superb sense of humour, completely untainted by any racial prejudice deeply interested in human beings, he did not only gain immediate respect and obedience, but also the love and affection of the unit. He enjoyed hugely being at its head, learned and meticulously respected Jewish customs, and was immensely proud of the unit because of the splendid work it did, humbly unaware of the fact that it was only he who could have turned these people into willing manual labourers. He engaged in incessant publicity war on our behalf and fought hard to have our status changed, only to be booted out by the Army eventually. After being shoved around as flotsam and jetsam for many years he managed to make us feel like human beings again. He restored our faith in man, as something more than 92 percent water and a few chemicals. He was a scholar and a gentleman.

As Broughton said to one of his refugee charges from across the world You and me, were the same.

And so we are.

Nicholas Gruen CEO, Lateral Economics, Visiting Professor at Kings College London Policy Institute and son of Fred Gruen a Dunera Boy.

Dunera Lives is published by Monash University Publishing.