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Early train to arrive in Redfern by 9.30 am, then South Sydney Uniting Church. After that a nice time at the Trinity Bar in Surry Hills with Sirdan and B, followed by my first Oxford Street visit for ages – the Oxford and The Shift. Home by 6.30.
Redfern Park 9.30 am
‘Today is a day of mourning for us. Our brother and friend, Trevor, is not in his pew. Something’s not right. We feel it in our bodies and spirits. We feel the burden and the void because we have loved, and because we have experienced love. We feel the force of love. We have experienced a genuine, a divine love in our life together – the most humanising thing that can ever happen to us.
And so, in time, we will be all right. I say this with a keen awareness of grief, a personal, private and particular grief that to some extent wants to be alone and quiet. In time, we will be all right. We are being made fully human, and, as we have prayed, human destiny is eternally linked to the divine. Jesus says, “I am committing myself to you”.
Yesterday, I experienced a peace I hadn’t known since hearing of Trevor’s death. I started to believe (faith is always a beginning) that I/we will be all right. That God is love, and that love is inextinguishable. That humanity, that flesh-and-spirit human being, human loving … that Trevor Edward Davies participates in the inextinguishable love that is God, who is God … Language breaks down under the pressure of love – and yet continues to speak, to signify anew …
“And now, sisters and brothers, I must say goodbye. Mend your ways. Encourage one another. Live in harmony and peace, and the God of love and peace will be with you. Greet one another with a holy kiss. All the holy ones send greetings to you” (2 Corinthians 13:11-13)…”
The Oxford Hotel; Sirdan
Heading for Central Station and the 4.29 to Wollongong.
Mixed bag today.
Pics of South Sydney – for Trevor
Food for thought
Linked to Ruth Pollard’s story in today’s Sydney Morning Herald
Refugees and asylum seekers
REFUGEES are increasingly settling in regional towns and filling labour market gaps, according to a major study on the impact of the 700,000 refugees accepted into Australian society.
While refugees find it harder than other migrants to gain work in the short term, the situation improves over time.
They are more likely to become business owners and have highly educated children who suffer far lower unemployment rates than the broader Australian community. The University of Adelaide study, commissioned by the federal government, tracked the fate of both refugees and their Australian-born children.
It highlighted that refugees provided a bigger ”demographic dividend” for an ageing population because they are younger than other migrants and a high proportion arrive as children who will go on to work all their lives in Australia.
The report also found refugees are more likely to be helping dwindling rural communities and labour shortages, with one in five refugees moving to regional towns this year, compared to just 11 per cent in 2004…
Since 1978, Australia has accepted 438,000 refugees. The report found they had made a ”distinct contribution as entrepreneurs”, probably because there were more likely than other migrants to be risk-takers and take up opportunities.
Unemployment was found to be ”substantially lower” among refugees who arrived as children.
More than a third (36.5 per cent) of refugees don’t speak English on arrival, creating ”a very significant barrier” to finding work. The phenomenon of ”occupational skidding” – where refugees are unable to find work that matches their skills and qualifications – was blamed on discrimination in the workplace.
The extent to which Australia’s job market can be hostile to migrants was confirmed in a recent Herald/Age investigation of Iraqi interpreters who were evacuated and resettled in Australia in 2008 after working for Australian troops. Only nine of 223 adults reported finding full-time work, even though well over half the group have university or other tertiary qualifications.
The new report concludes: "It cannot be doubted that discrimination in the labour market is still in evidence. The initial years of settlement of humanitarian settlers are often difficult and intensive in the use of government-provided support.”
By 1984 I was back at work, but not in teaching. In travelling about distributing copies of the magazine Neos, within the limits my continuing agoraphobia allowed, I visited a number of bookshops, including a small one, Harkers in Glebe. I got to know the proprietor, a young man who was to be the Liberal Party candidate in the Federal Election that year. I put a proposition to him about an English Teachers’ Book Club, pointing out that thanks to my experience in schools and at the University of Sydney I had good contacts. He bought the idea and employed me to work in the shop six days a week, and to run the Book Club.
The Club really worked, by the way, being the only part of the business that was making a profit by mid 1985, not the proprietor’s fault as he was caught by the floating of the Australian dollar and made a significant loss on the American text books he was importing in quite large quantities for the University and other specialist markets; his profit margins had been cut to the bone to compete with his more established competitors, and though we sold books hand over fist, when it came time to pay for them the drop in the Australian dollar against the greenback took all the profit.
So the business eventually failed, and by that time I could go back to teaching. But I am grateful to Harkers for the experience and the work. The Book Club, or a version of it, though now run by an ex-colleague from Sydney University, continues in modified form as part of Gleebooks and also of St Clair Press.
Thanks to this employment, and to my friend Nina, I moved during 1985 from Glebe to Chippendale. Nina decided she needed a pied-a-terre in Sydney for her theatre and restaurant going, bridge competitions, and Communist Party meetings, so she agreed to share the rent. It was the most luxurious accommodation I had ever had, an enormous two-bedroom apartment in a warehouse conversion in Buckland Street. It had a master bedroom almost as big as the unit I now live in, and a space-age bathroom with spa.
It was also, though I did not know this, very close to a gay bar, known as Beau’s, formerly the Britannia Hotel. As the Britannia it had a formidable reputation. Those who have seen the docudrama Blue Murder will have seen it, as just a few years before it had been the meeting place of Roger Rogerson and Warren Lanfranchi, and it was in a nearby lane that Lanfranchi was gunned down. It’s transformation into a gay venue was something of a wonder with which many of the locals coped very well. The hosts when I first went there were David and Rene; David was about 20 (I’m not joking) and Rene was maybe ten years older, though he didn’t look it.
It was in Beau’s that I first really “came out.” But more of that next time.
The links in that may or may not work!
Point is that in Buckland Street our neighbours in a rather amazing penthouse were couturier Mel Clifford and journalist Alan Mackenzie, a spectacular gay couple indeed. We had never met anyone like them before. This is the Buckland Street apartments:
Today I note an obituary for Mel.
… Melrose Clifford was born on October 21, 1934, in Echuca, Victoria, the youngest of eight children of Walter Clifford and his wife, Daphne Lloyd. He was named after the aviator Jimmy Melrose, who landed his plane nearby in a terrible storm on the night the baby was born, greatly impressing Daphne. At the age of three, Mel decided to go to school with his older brother Gus and also began tap-dancing lessons.
At 14, he completed his leaving certificate and was persuaded by the family to take a job in a bank. The legacy of his year at the bank was exquisite copybook handwriting.
During this time, Madame Bodenwieser’s ballet company came through town and Clifford immediately knew he had discovered the life he would pursue. He fled to Melbourne and at 16, joined the National Ballet school…
He moved to Sydney in 1966 [from the UK] and fell in love with the place. Robert Helpmann became the associate artistic director and Clifford began a fruitful relationship with the great designer Kenneth Rowell. Then he began to work for the Australian Opera and designed the costumes for Turandot.
At that time, Sheila Scotter was the editor of Australian Vogue and was on the board of the opera company. Knowing of Clifford’s interest in fashion, she proposed that he design and make evenings dresses for six singers in the company, which she would feature in Vogue.
The Vogue spread was so successful, it led to another major change in his life. He returned to fashion full time and began running his own business.
For the next 35 years, he concentrated on designing and making clothes for the best-dressed women in Sydney. As well as the cricket uniforms for Packer, he designed a tennis and golf range…
Rather amazing life.
A Funeral Service for Trevor Davies
10am, Thu June 23, 2011
Pitt Street Uniting Church
264 Pitt St, Sydney (near to cnr of Pitt & Park sts
and a block from Town Hall Stn)
In lieu of flowers the family requests donations to The South Sydney Herald.
By mail: PO Box 3288 Redfern NSW 2016
By EFT: BSB 062 231; Account No. 1021 8391
See South Sydney Uniting Church site. where there is also a poem in honour of Trevor by Dorothy Mcrae-McMahon.
Dear Friends and Colleagues
It is with great sadness that I write to let you know that Trevor Davies passed away this morning Tuesday 14 June 2011.
Trevor was due to undergo an angiogram today but was taken to hospital yesterday and had a massive heart attack there. Doctors worked on him for many hours but were unable to revive him. It only became apparent when they operated on him that he had a congenital hole in the heart and an infection.
Trevor had only recently celebrated his 55th birthday.
Trevor was a member and Elder of South Sydney Uniting Church, the founding editor of the South Sydney Herald and long-time Secretary of the Darlington ALP Branch. Trevor was one of the foundation members of REDWatch and was known to very many people within the local community. Please pass word on to those you know who knew Trevor.
We will advise funeral details when known and will also post these on the Events section of www.redwatch.org.au