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The PNG Decision

As a human being I am not happy with this decision — it’s not about left or right, it’s about remembering that this issue is about people. Asylum seekers have a human right to seek refuge and freedom from persecution, a human right to live their lives without the fear of death. Will they find that in PNG, I do not know.

These are people, not political footballs, and Australia should be able to be a safe haven for them. Australia certainly doesn’t seem to be going out of its way to send back its true illegal immigrants, all those English and Irish boys who stay way past their expired visas.

It’s an issue that sadly Australia has never dealt with in a mature and proud manner. Whether it was clubbing Chinese immigrants to death in their beds in the 1860s, to Federation where a strong catalyst was being able to decide who we let in, to the White Australia policy that inspired apartheid and racist massacres in South Africa, to the current day, where our land of plenty is suddenly full of cars bearing stickers saying “Fuck Off We’re Full”.

It’s not about right or left, right or wrong, or us or them. It’s about fellow human beings who choose to leave their own country behind out of fear of death, wanting to find a place where they can live and possibly build a family in peace and safety.

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I am disappointed, both in the ALP for taking this stance and for the loud bigots who have made a stance like this a popular choice. But I can only change the world one idiot at a time, so am, in the vernacular, “sucking it up princess”, at least for now.

An Open Letter to a Discriminatory MP

To Luke Simpkins, Liberal Party, Member for Cowan, luke.simpkins.mp@aph.gov.au

20 June 2013

Dear Luke Xavier Linton Simpkins

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Steven Utley 1948-2013

I woke up this morning to news I wasn’t hoping to hear for many years. Steven Utley, writer, reader, and friend, had passed away.

He’d emailed a bunch of folks just after Christmas, letting us know his diagnosis. He sounded himself, positive, and I really believed that he’d beat this. Even when he mentioned the brain lesion, the loss of fine motor skills, his tone talking about treatment gave me all the false hope I needed to hear.

I sent Steven a couple of emails over the course of the last fortnight, being generally supportive.

I didn’t pick up the phone and call. I wish I’d picked up the phone and called him.

My first communication with Steven Utley was over the phone. It was 1996 or 1997, back when I was living on “Young One’s Central”, and Steven had just moved to Tennessee. I was hanging around with the wrong crowd (Jonathan, Jeremy and Richard from Eidolon), doing the wrong things (reading stories by Howard Waldrop), and the idea of starting a small press fell into my head. I’d scored Utley’s number from the manuscript for the intro to Custer’s Last Jump, and after performing numerous timezone calculations (this was way before mobile apps or google) I plucked up the courage to call him.

I was a 23-year-old punk rock loving kid back then, full of wild enthusiasm and a lack of a solid clue, but I tried to sound mature and professional on the phone. I don’t recall being shit-scared (my little secret: whenever I approach a writer or editor about a new project, I am shit-scared) but I probably was; also worried about how much the call was going to cost, as international phonecalls were really really expensive in those days.

As it turned out, Steven had just had a collection deal fall through, so he was happy to talk and sent me a list of stories. Jonathan Strahan gave me a copy of the SFWA standard contract, I filled in the gaps (I doubt I knew enough to know what the rest of it meant) and sent it off. Steven signed it, and the rest is history.

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I read all those stories on the bus back to Young One’s Central, I made multiple trips to make sure I had all I could. Those stories were amazing, full of ideas but much more importantly, full of humanity. I was only beginning to understand the difference between plot- and character-driven fiction, and Utley filled my head full of incredible characters. He could paint a person, or a trait of humanity, in a short story, telling you all you need to know in a few lines of dialogue; from the spaceship captain in “Upstart”, looking the titanic alien in the eye and asking ‘Who wants to know?’; to the marine in “Dog in a Manger”, destroying all of humanity’s treasures, ‘We couldn’t let them have it.’; to the doctor fighting cholera in “Haiti”, “Fuck men on Mars.”

There were so many characters, from Devonian explorers, to the mysterious country doctor, to women finding independence; always normal people, though sometimes in extraordinary situations. I really believe that Steven loved all of his characters, even the ones he didn’t agree with, and each of his stories were filled with the right people for the job. His disagreeable types were still characters, not stereotypes or pastiches.

Reading those stories at the time, I came to the conclusion that Steven Utley was the best damn short story writer on the planet. I may have been 23 and I have no idea what crap my head was full of back then, but I’m damn sure that kid was right about one thing.

Except Steven Utley isn’t on the planet anymore, at least not in the right way. I’m an atheist, but at times like these turn to thermodynamics for solace, so that Utley’s constituent atoms will always be with us.

We also have his stories, tales of love, hope, humanity, and they will live for a long time still.

These words aren’t really enough, but I’m sure that in coming days and weeks others far more eloquent than me, who knew Steven closer and longer, will share their stories.