Thursday, March 29, 2007

Condolence Motion: Garuda Flight 200


House of Representatives
Date: 20 March 2007
I rise today to speak in support of the condolence motion moved by the Prime Minister and seconded by the Leader of the Opposition.
Today this parliament is honouring those five Australians whose lives were tragically lost when on 7 March Garuda flight 200 crashed.
Today we demonstrate our grief. Now and forever there is a bond between Liz O’Neill, Allison Sudradjat, Brice Steele, Mark Scott and Morgan Mellish. They lost their lives together far too soon when they had too much left to live for and with grieving families and grieving friends left behind.
But even as they stepped onto that Garuda flight they had something in common: they were going to work. And even though it was work in a far-flung destination they were doing what millions of Australians do every day. They said goodbye to their families and they went to work that day not knowing that it would be the last.
Many Australians have been touched by this tragedy and touched deeply by it particularly here in Canberra. I was particularly moved by an opinion piece written by Malcolm Farr in the Daily Telegraph on 9 March where he described a speech given by Laura Tingle about Morgan Mellish and this tragedy generally. He described the nature of the effect on Canberra in the following terms.
An unusual factor of the Garuda plane crash on Wednesday was that it struck to the core of three quite small communities, groups which are separate but interrelated in Canberra.
They were the communities of journalists, diplomats and federal police.
Each one of the groups is quite tiny and close-knit. Those in them know just about all the others personally or at a narrow remove. People retire but never really leave their community.
Members of each group spend much of their time tending to the tragedies of others, telling the stories of tragedy’s victims and easing the pain of those tragedy has left behind. In this case they were the ones left behind.
Let me echo those words.
Even Australians who did not know Liz or Allison or Brice or Mark or Morgan have been touched by this tragedy as well. Many Australians know what it is like to visit Indonesia, to jump on an internal flight, to run the gauntlet of the last-minute changes to flights and to nervously joke in a very Australian way about air safety even as you sit on the flight, and then behind the very Australian jokes to really be just that little bit nervous, to pay just that little bit more attention to the air safety demonstration, to strap that seatbelt on just that little bit tighter. But even as we do those things we never really think that it is going to happen to us. Then it does happen to five Australians and we are left with the shock of unexpected death, the grief and of course the unanswerable question—why? The randomness of this tragedy really does take your breath away. If only that last-minute ticket swap had not occurred; if only that other flight had not been missed—if only. They are all questions we will never know the answers to.
My condolences go out to the relatives and friends of those who have tragically lost their lives. These are the people who have lost so much. My thoughts go to all of those who were injured in this tragedy. But may I pause, Mr Speaker, to specifically offer my best wishes to Cynthia Banham and all those close to her and she fights to survive and come back from her own ordeal. We know she used her extraordinary physical fitness to help her survive when others did not and to escape the inferno which erupted when the plane skidded to a stop in those rice paddies. I know the thoughts of many are with her and with her partner and my friend, Michael Harvey. I trust that we will see her back in the press gallery, and though we will never see Morgan again I know he will be remembered.
Julia Gillard

Saturday, March 24, 2007

Goodbye Brother Lawrence

The Last Wave

Paradise by the Dashboard Lights

A few days ago I arrived in Sierra Leone...

I could think of nothing else as the engine roared and wheels skidded down the runway, but of Morgan.

In fact, he has consumed my every waking hour since the horrific crash.

I first met Morgan at my birthday party in 2005.
He arrived, early with a group of friends: white press button shirt, blue jeans, blond tossled hair, sideways grin.
I still remember our conversation vividly...as I had just returned to Australia from 10 months of travelling, particularly surfing in Mexico, France and Spain, where Morgan was about to take a holiday.
Morgan and his friends were moving on to another party...he took my number "to talk about surfing in Mexico".

The next day he called to catch up.
I told him to bring his Mexico Lonely Planet and I'd give him all my travel tips...I didn't realise it was meant to be a Date!

I was in awe of this amazing man. Smart, Funny, Ambitious, Athletic and Gorgeous.
Is he real?
We forgot food, we talked endlessly about our love for travelling, surfing, the ocean, sailing, sky diving, his passion for mountain climbing, cycling, camping, business, politics, Otis...and music - one of Morgan's greatest loves.

We had very similar taste in music, I couldn't believe there was someone else out there who is aware of, and loves
Velvet Underground!

Then there is Wedding Present. I still don't understand his love for this band!
His Johny Cash collection that reminded him of his car trip with 2 American Surfers, the Chilean skiing experience assisted by AC/DC, Greenday, William Shatner, and his absolute adoration for K.D. Lang's
Hymns of the 49th Parallel: A Case Of You and Hallelulljah.

Morgan called me after his first Wolfmother concert, he spoke with the excitement of a small child "It ripped! I danced (jumped) so much I had to ring my shirt out of sweat!"

We would do our own screaming rendition of Meatloaf's Paradise by the Dashboard Light and collapse breathless in laughter.

Our weekends were all about surfing and newspapers. After a marathon surf, he'd devour 2 meat pies washed down with a sausage roll, and critically review every news article in print.

So many memories with Morgan:
:: Local Bronte's Robbin Hood $5 steak and Stella please... Sorry Sir, No Havanas.
:: Bronte ocean swims, back arching out of the waves, the smile of exhilaration on his face
:: Being stranded on a tube in the middle of Pittwater for hours until dark, with a beer and bottle of champagne, thanks Greg!
:: Bungers surf with Morgan and Dom
:: Bali crowds of young surfers cheering as Morgan catches tubes
:: Easily pleased with a home cooked lasagna or a pomomdoro and tuna pasta
:: We had the same Ipod gift theory: Giving your partner an Ipod would result in the immediate demise of the relationship
:: Reading my first John Pilger book!...inspired by Morgan

Morgan worked tenaciously on the Robert Gerard story.
Fearlessly and passionately he wrote story by story.
Each daily issue of the AFR was Morgan Mellish's unrelenting pounding of Robert Gerard.
One night I turned to Morgan and said "Hey, go easy on him...".
He looked at me incredulously, "But he's a crook!" We always had the Capitalist v's Crook debate.
Morgan had always been honest with me. A Foreign Correspondent posting was his aim.
When he achieved his posting to Indonesia with the AFR I was so proud and so happy for him, and deeply saddened at the same time...I would miss him.

My job was very demanding on my time and Morgan, with the 'work-play' balance perfected, my constantly beeping blackberry would be confiscated and thrown in the top draw as soon as I walked through the door.


After announcing my dramatic career change, I received an email from Morgan that said:
"Let's see if I've got this straight - you went from being a property developer to a diamond trader. What's next, lead rider in Satan's army? Or maybe you'll become a journalist. m"

I was devastated when Morgan left for Indo.

But nothing compares to the feeling of loss I now feel.

My Ipod is full of Morgan's music, I can't bare to turn it on, then I can't bare to turn it off.

We will again, one day, sing Paradise by the Dashboard Light.

Tanti bacci bello.

Belindax

Thursday, March 22, 2007

Blue Steel: Otis

Woody, Paris (now deceased) and I remember Mr O well.
We moved into Jo's flat - below Morgan and Otis - when Jo swanned off to London.
The 'man-cat' never showed the old lady cat any respect. As you can see in these pics a flimsy piece of glass was all there was between Paris and Blue Steel.
As for us humans, Otis was the only cat who left a full five-claw scratch - from elbow to wrist - as his calling card.
See you Morgan, travel well.

For more stories about a cat called Otis click here.

Morgan was the cute, smart little brother

The people you grow up with are seldom forgotten. Years go by and we lose touch and move on. But the memories of our childhoods and our friends remain, often dormant until triggered into our consciousness.

My good friend lived 'just down the street'. Lucy and I were mates and I was welcomed by her family. Morgan was the cute, smart little brother who sometimes played with us and sometimes annoyed us but who was always on our side. We would swim in our pool, ride bikes, climb trees and catch cicadas. There were sleep overs in the front room of number 13, and we would giggle, play games and create havoc. Morgan & Justin once did a great version of Zanadu!

I wish that these memories had not been triggered by such a tragic event. One we will never understand. My prayers go out to Lucy, Dawn, Peter and Caroline and to all who knew and loved Morgan. Although my memories are of childhood, I will always remember Morgan with warmth and affection.

Clare Griggs

Cold Play Fix You

Could it be worse?

When you try your best, but you don't succeed
When you get what you want but not what you need
When you feel so tired but you can't sleep
Stuck in reverse

And the tears come streaming down your face
When you lose something you can't replace
When you love someone but it goes to waste
Could it be worse?

Lights will guide you home,
And ignite your bones,
And I will try to fix you,

High up above or down below
When you're too in love to let it go
But if you never try you'll never know
Just what you're worth

Lights will guide you home
And ignite your bones
And I will try to fix you

Tears stream down your face
When you lose something you cannot replace
Tears stream down on your face
And I

Tears stream down your face
I promise you I will learn from my mistakes
Tears stream down on your face
And I

Lights will guide you home
And ignite your bones
And I will try to fix you.

When tears streak down your face
When you lose something you cannot replace.
When tears streak down your face and I
When tears streak down you face upon when I see you for my mistakes.
when tears streak down you face and i.

Lights will guide you home and ignite your bones
And I will try to fix you