A Gift
I received a package in the mail today from the Australian National University. It was the almost fully redacted results of a Freedom of Information request that I had demanded of the ANU pertaining to my resignation in 2016.
The FOI is nothing short of a dossier of documents which consumed a disproportionate amount of human resources into a matter which ultimately wasted many peoples precious time and sent me off on two months stress leave. The charges of sexual harassment levelled against me were nothing short of contrived, designed to break my spirit as an artist, as an employee and challenge my rights to have a right to private practice that has nothing to do with those conservative views of my employer at the time.
I have travelled a fair distance in life over 47 years and have learned that in order to help others I’ve need to heal myself and confront those that have ‘picked on me’ or taken advantage of me. In essence I am a strong and capable person - capable of many things.
In some cases my own forms of justice came around many years later when those who have wronged me least suspect it will occur. Retribution and payback has played a a big part of my lifeworld to date and it was forged by those who use bullying tactics to get their way - but not with me. This is of course evident in my pursuit of those who sexually and physically assaulted me as a child leading to court cases and convictions.
My own life story that took me this far has had its fair share of extreme violence, alienation, bullying and loneliness. To counteract that I've mostly gone quiet and hurt myself more to protect the well being of others.
Despite their own pitiful and sad life stories, a few bullies and sick colleagues continued to drown their sorrows in my presence at ANU, got angry and to counteract their own physical disabilities and awkward sexual preferences, combined their inability to maintain personal relationships and workforce capacities hurting others and ultimately themselves in the process.
Racist, sexist, homophobic, pompous, illiterate mafia have no place in my life, especially those who have failed as human beings in their cultural relations with others, especially women. This FOI demonstrates that I exonerated my name and yet it angers me that the process protects those who already know their mission in controlling others.
Ultimately ANU is an an organisation that holds itself as the pinnacle of academic success, supposed leader of research in this country yet in my case having served my time in its rotten bowels, I consider it now as an institution nothing more than the lowlife that it supports deep within its colonist bowels.
Justice is strength in knowing the numbers that share in the same secrets I have been subjected to, as they themselves have the same. The greatest gift is knowing that all will be revealed en masse and along with the downfall will go those bastards that made my life hell in 2015 and 2016 through this bullshit process.
A class action is brewing and for the public good this FOI will join the others, with an indication that those involved had an awful lot to hide in the corruption of innocent conviviality. The gift is in knowing none of this matters other than to tighten my resolve to do good and kick these asshats to the gutter when they deserve it.
