Among the many fears that stalk those who inhabit places such as The Settlers Club, or Soggy Bottom, the fear of Highjack has rarely been mentioned.  We at Passive Complicity N.L., or at least I, Cecil Poole, had never given it a thought.

Yet the unthinkable has happened.

Last week the blog, the august and respectable pcbycp was highjacked.  Ambushed and highjacked by none other than Quentin Cockburn.

We were all set, nay, had promised our loyal readership that we would have a week talking on the strong relationship between Cars, the Auto Industry and Democracy.  True to form we plaigerised a cartoon by Thelwell.  This cartoon actually.
  (It has to be said that the plaigerised version is better) You’ll remember that this plaigarism was excused as the car in our cartoon was a Triumph (what an opportune name for a British car!) 2000, and the background was Australian scrub.

We followed this with a learned tome on Democracy from our resident intellectual, Tarquin O’Flaherty (Dip.Ed., Lumberton, NC, 1969 (Failed)).  Tarquin completed a factorial analysis of the sartorial and hirsute in the outcome of the twentieth century on Democracy.

So far so good.

Now to look at the influence of autos and the auto industry!

Not so, said the influential Quentin Cockburn.   From the sanctity of his leather arm chair in his Club he set forth to regale readers (I hesitate to say alienate) with his thoughts on Heritage, Cellists, some bloke called Des Tuddenham, John Pilger, Maggie Thatcher (for whom he has great regard, as he does for Real Estate Agents) and the importance of the Austrian School of economics for the future.

Not a thing about cars.

So this week we set about redressing the balance.

Starting tomorrow with a piece from Quantum Dumpster.

Happy Motoring.

Cecil Poole, CP (Complete Prat) and Publisher

As we have no image of Cecil Poole here is one of a complete prat

AN UNFASHIONABLE POEM

IRA MAINE

 Here by this hand as you will see
I’ll upend Gerontology,
I’ll muster words upon the page
To coax from language love,or rage,
Or set great heaven in a fit,
But soft, have I the wit for this?

I might of course, set something down
To blast my foes, make trumpets sound,
Or praise a breast or raise a crest,
Get sometime secrets off my chest,
Yet gladly these I would eschew
If one dear thing I could but do…

 I’d love, upon this printed sheet
To scatter grace notes at your feet,
To order words in perfect round,
So syllables would music sound,
Then all your heart (how hope recurs…)
Would soften to my singing words.

 Yet read…and all falls headlong down,
I lack the wit for Siren sound,
And all the music in my head
By this same wit is left unsaid.
What’s left is, as these notes record,
An old hand, stumbling after words.

Publisher’s note:  This dispatch is the second part of that published in this blog on 16 March 2013. (Here).  it was first published in November 2012.  (“Google Translate” will help with translations)

“ Another good news about Yuendumu.
Yuendumu School got 104 students !!!! Yes, Hundred and Four on 10th Oct Wednesday. Congrats everyone for this great effort. The school’s attendance rate was very low for a while but this is the changing scenario. Be positive !
Yes, we celebrated last month as green month and we are looking forward to make this month green too. Though it’s big challenge due to the community court and other stuffs but everyone from all camps have committed to make this month green.

Yesterday I had cause to go to Yuendumu School. At the front there is a double gate like a decompression chamber- designed to deny an education to Yuendumu’s dogs.

Parked outside the front fence were 11 late model four wheel drive vehicles (SUVs as they’re known overseas) worth in excess of half a million dollars. Attendance I’m told continues to be good. That is a ratio of approx. 9 students per vehicle.

The person in charge of the Yuendumu Mediation Centre (“Let’s work together to make Yuendumu a safer place”) is having a rest and is climbing Mt. Everest.

There are mountains in our way
but we climb the stairway every day

Love lifts us up where we belong
where the eagles cry on a mountain high….

http://youtu.be/kpYxZ-1PnlA

Despite his absence Yuendumu has just experienced another green month! Unfortunately ITEC has failed to ‘Capacity Build’ Yuendumu in that no ‘Colouring-in Workshops’ were held, the October Peace Calendar thus remains blank.

http://youtu.be/aQhKqlOccHE

Chau y adios, 

Franklin

Esta canción no tiene nada que ver. Solamente la puse para que la disfruten

http://youtu.be/tODbWfkWjoc

Fireside chat 3   Troublemakers
Final in a three part series, Cecil Pooles interview with Quentin Cockburn Q.C  The Settlers Club Melbourne…

Cecil: Quentin you’ve spoken at large on the value of real estate and sound management in governance, but you haven’t yet articulated a way of dealing with your vision…

Quentin: My vision?

Cecil: You spoke of your regard to the Great Lady

Quentin: (rapturously)…Oh Maggie,

Cecil: Yes would you like to elaborate??

Quentin: Well it’s simple, we put in place a system in which things worked like clockwork.  And in this respect i’m indebted to Maggies pioneering work. In the old days department heads would give objective advice, since we’ve streamlined the selection process, we now get the advice we want to hear. This is a boon for growth, for development….

Cecil: Can you cite an example.?.

Quentin: Well the East West link for example,   it’s awfully expansive, the taxpayer will foot most of the bill, it’s of dubious value to the average motorists, but very good news for the shareholders.

Cecil: Shareholders?,

Quentin: We, Baulderstones, BHP, Boral, I’ve got shares on most of them, had a huge holding in Leightons, which i had to divest when i became chairman of Vicroads, something about a conflict of interest..

Cecil: Is this for the public good?…

Quentin: I’m Public… and after the de-sal plant, our excellent use of public private partnerships achieved a new height, a new level

Cecil: A new level?

Quentin: Well somewhere above the existing level, of the level playing field..

Cecil: Oh i see

Pause , sound of bottle being opened, poker raking the coals, and top being chopped off another cigar…

Cecil: And how did you determine priorities for public funding?

Quentin: Oh that’s simple we selected the ones we liked for private public partnerships, (good little earners) and those we didn’t feel would be worthwhile, we’d make good on our promises by initiating, discussion  papers, feasibility reports, interim studies,.. They’d work a treat, nothing would ever happen, and eventually the public would forget about it..

Cecil: Was that due process?

Quentin: Buggerred if i know the same thing works federally, there’s no such thing as a free lunch, you get nothing from the public, that’s why we need lobbyists!!

Cecil: Lobbyists?

Quentin: It establishes a hierachy, and i must say you’re not going to enjoy the largesse of a corporate box at the footy by extending a railway track, or tram stop. You’ve got to work with the big end of town, the movers and shakers, trips, entertainment, the girls….. (sound of guffawing, and then uncontrollable coughing spasm).

Cecil: And did you encounter much internal wrangling?

Quentin: What do you mean…. Troublemakers, is that what you’re saying..

Quentin: Well yes……We had a simple strategy for troublemakers, those who fancy themselves as thinking beyond the square. They used to be in every department. Left overs from some Jim Cairns inspired wet dream. Full of ideas, full of all this idealism, this cant about Community value!!! Took us ages to weed em out…. But eventually we did weed them out..

Cecil: How did you do that?..

Quentin: Well it’s implicit in the system of management, you establish competition, and management processes, that clarify, refine due process…

Cecil: Is that arduous?..

Quentin: No not really, Fear, is a very simple instrument, nothing inspires compliance like fear, and vulnerability… keep them pliant, maleable…

Cecil: Is it fair?…

Quentin: Fair?… fairness has nothing to do with it, this is Governance!!!

An interview of Quentin Cockburn QC, by Cecil Poole – continued.

Cecil: Quentin, yesterday you talked about the potential to convert our national heritage, our parks and open space into economically viable Real Estate. In your opinion are Real Estate Agents solely responsible for this realisation of resource potential?

Quentin: Good Question Cecil!. Though the estate agents are now recognised as leaders and visionaries, none of it would have been possible without our corps of managers.  And i should qualify, they themselves are ably assisted by the middle managers.

I learnt this during the Boer War you know, you can’t have qualitative reform within community and the exploitation of opportunities  without  the agency of  a willing satrapcy who are prepared to furnish their progress up the greasy pole.

Cecil: The greasy pole?

Quentin: Yes. precisely, it’s a form of natural selection, you cannot expect individuals to do things which how should i say challenge notions of community consciousness without providing them with incentives. And you’ve got to be careful about who you select, the selection process should be rigorous.

Cecil: And how do you determine this?

Quentin: You must be ruthless….You see,  you don’t want a management group burdened with soul searching. They must be cleansed of conscience, humanity and compassion. For them, management has nothing to do with romantic notions of environment, unless it can be measurable in units…. You don’t want managers as aesthetes, intellectuals, and dreamers, you need them to concentrate on one thing, their importance in the organisation, and the identification of Branding.

Cecil: Branding?

Quentin: Branding.  Take a look outside at all the new housing estates. Each one outdoing the other in a profusion of excellent and visually striking, designer gateway. Each gateway describing an individual stamp of authority on the environment, and all that stuff!!

Cecil: Stuff!

Quentin: Oh all that motherhood stuff about Sustainability, (laughs)..that and other delusion about the environment.

Cecil: The Environment?

Cecil: The environment is irrellevant, as is any other complexity you can think of.

I have a simple maxim; if it cannot be reduced to dot points in a power point presentation it  is not relevant…

Cecil: Is that a big picture initiative?

Quentin: Make your big picture small…. three dot points should cover global warming for instance. no one is interested , they’re bored to death by Al Gore and his ilk.

Cecil: But it lacks subtlety..

Quentin: For real estate agents, and management, subtlety is a nuance lost in translation…

Cecil: Can you provide and example

Quentin: Certainly!  I was there when they morphed the Melbourne Metropolitan Board of Works into Melbourne Water, and i was there again when they hived off the lands administered by the MMBW into Parks Victoria… it was an epiphany of sorts to be now engaged with the “consolidation and business modelling’ of the various reserves and public lands in Victoria… The first task was to engage consultants to develop branding… Beyond branding, the next move was to make the lands more cost effective… I then sent the managers in our section were off to the Gold Coast and other resorts, Tahiti, Hawaii, Acapulco, to study and consolidate business models for our parks…

Cecil: Why Tahiti?

Quentin: It established a management elite within the organisation, sporting their hawaiian shirts, and inspired the next generation of middle managers to be more like them…. . It became clear when the returning managers unveiled their plans for the former parks, the Rhododendron Gardens, Pirianda, and William Rickets, they were inspired by what they saw. As a consequence we determined all parks must have a Conference Centre,

Cecil: A Conference Centre?

Quentin: Precisely, Interpretive Centres are so yesterday.. the  business plan reccomended a five star hotel.,( Conferences don’t attract slobs you know), and then with the core infill established, the next requirement was to target user groups, corporates, high flying executives to establish corporate sponsorships, naming rights, licenses, and mechandising. In anticipation  of the  publics enthusiasm for this transformation a rationalisation of infrastructure was required to ensure that management plans were worlds best practise!

Cecil: “ Worlds Best Practise’?.

Quentin: Yes Disneyland was a great incentive…

We offered the  middle managers study tours of Disneyland, if they could provide a business case for eliminating their colleagues, it kept them sharp.

Cecil: What happened then?

Quentin: Big Picture stuff!!!  Big Carparks, Big Conference Centres, Big Branding.

A BOLD VISION!!!  guided by my eternal love for a great leader…

Cecil: John Howard,  errr… Tony Abbott

Quentin: For Christs sake get a grip!!  The great lady

Cecil: Er… Mother Theresa?

Quentin: No Maggie… gord bless her soul!!!

A fireside chat by Quentin Cockburn Q.C. (an edited transcript recorded at the Settlers Club, 15 Club Lane Melbourne. The interview was recorded by Cecil Poole, former ABC Journalist (Walkeley award winner) and correspondent for ABC East Asia and sub editor of Esquire Magazine.)

Cecil: Quentin. Tell us what you think about notions of heritage?

Quentin: God how i loathe that word heritage…. whenever i hear of it i think of some nauseating sepia coloured documentary,  a backing track of some tragic playing on a cello, whilst some boring old bastard bangs on about , “in my day” .

Cecil: Surely it can’t be that bad?

Quentin: It gets worse at Anzac day, you can’t listen to the radio without hearing Mantovanis’ violins straining to the catahhral wheeze of a relic who was spared retribution by Rommel as he wallows in an anecdotal orgasm of mateship, melancholy and mortality.

Cecil: Mortality Quentin?

Heritage is mortality!!  From the coiffued, doiley inspired miasma of the National Trust, to the humorless, dessicated Heritage Architect in council, the scarf wearing over-enthusiastic curator at the local history museum or arts centre. Is it that quasi- official uniform of natural dyed fabric, and crappy costume jewellery that i find so offensive!!!
In my humble opinion Cecil, heritage is full of corpses…I often ask myself, Why do i hate it?

Cecil: Do you hate it?

Quentin: Because everything they refer to as heritage, is about as heritage as the jock strap worn by Des Tuddenham in the 1970 Grand Final. A worn out, odiferous object from another particularly shitty era in australian cultural life… In my humble opinion there is only one heritage in this country, and that’s the landscape, and the people who used to reign here.  Both are forgotten, like the victims of  a John Pilger documentary, doomed to occupy a lithograhic thought bubble on the edge of consciousness bereft of the melancholy backing track. An old postage stamp on an envelope addressed to nowhere in particular.

Cecil: Excuse me Quentin,  if that’s a preamble, then this, this chat should get us to the nub of the matter…

Quentin: You know, ( pauses to refill brandy balloon) I think we still haven’t come to terms with this land, and perhaps never will. But I offer you, (dear reader)  an insight into a final solution.  And i sincerely trust you will warm to my anecdotal take on a final solution to Public Land, and the vexed question of heritage.

Cecil: Public land Quentin?

Quentin: I’ve been fascinated an amused by the state governments decision to meld public departments particularly those related to the public heritage, our forests, crown land and tie them in with useful realm of primary industry, agriculture, and inevitably real estate.

It’s a pity i didn’t see such opportunities in my day.

Cecil: A pity?

Quentin: We could have got the job done!!

Cecil: Done’?

Quentin: It’s all about opportunity…We haven’t yet melded our galleries and libraries to the more efficient portfolios of gambling and racing, but I expect it is only a matter of time.. We need to take a serious look at utilising those underutilised reserves we used to call National Parks…. You see i was there at the very beginning.

Cecil: At the beginning?

Quentin: Oh yes i as here when Jeff took things on , gave those institutions a bit of a shake up!!

Ira: What do you mean?

Quentin: I’m glad that public life has been restorative  for those private interests denied access to our public reserves our commonwealth so to speak… and i’m gladder still that at last for people of my fathers generation who would bemoan the preponderance of teachers , lawyers and union aparatchicks in the left of the political spectrum, that the right has now consolidated itself with a new rump of sorts, the pragmatic, the politically astute the enterprising and forward thinking fraternity of estate agents… ‘Victoria is open for Business’, of course it is, but now with more real estate agents on the front bench, we can expect a much more focused public policy which hopefully will deliver more to those fortunate enough in the private sector to receive it and take it to the next level with a clear vision.

Cecil: A vision?

Quentin: Well… Like Maggie…it is reassuring that our public, libraries, hospitals, education and national parks, are seen as an indulgence of largesse by those who deserve to have more of the pie…..The axiom is simple….National Parks are expensive, they tie up resources. Though some argue they provide, the benefits to the community, spiritual, natural, community and well being, i remind them that these values are  non measurable. National Parks must pull their weight, a national park with unrealised REAL ESTATE potential is a gross indulgence, and  national park exclusive of the Right to Hunt, Fish, Shoot, Jet-Ski, Jacuzzi, Brazillian wax, Botox, and indulge in an ongoing preening narcissistic sense of self is denying a vary basic human right, National Parks by association are exclusive. They need to be opened up to the public at large, albeit the moneyed public…..

At the core of my loathing of National Parks is the affront they suggest to all humanity that recreation and spiritual fulfillment can be gained for free!!!   How dare they presume this!!! And worse still in National Parks without all those badges, those marks of identification, without the old school tie, the Hummer, and the jacuzzi, everybody is on the same level, that’s an affront also!!  Can you blame the estate agents?.. The pubic MUST be re-educated… nothing is for free, and if you want five star beaches, and views, you’ve gotta Pay for it!!!

Cecil: and what if you can’t pay?

Quentin: The answer to that is simple!!   you clearly haven’t worked HARD ENOUGH!!!

Tarquin O’Flaherty.
Tarquin’s Democratic view.

Tarquinius Maximus

Something astonishing happened in England after the Hitler War. Prior to this conflict, serious people had been in charge. Serious adult people with serious moustaches and extremely serious waistcoats. They were representatives of the latest greatest Empire, an Empire encompassing seriously big chunks of the world, and which, by way of bowler hats, rolled umbrellas and railways, gave certainty to its citizens and to the world.

When Neville Chamberlain, in 1939, spoke of ‘Peace in Our Time…’  he was dressed like a refugee from a much earlier era, from one of Thomas Hardy’s novels.  How he was dressed, and how his appearance was accepted reflects perfectly how people in 1939 viewed the world.  They thought, absolutely, that when the war was over, England would somehow revert to its Edwardian, cap-doffing past.  What was left of it’s cannon- fodder citizenry (still babes-in-arms) was about to disabuse them of this notion.

The rise of the new middle class in Industrial Revolution England created an astonishing level of wealth.  This new money, this ‘middle’ level of society, somewhere between the peasants and the aristocracy, had never existed before and overwhelmingly needed legitimacy.  Having nowhere else to turn it asked direction of itself which resulted in the well documented Victorian virtues of religion, respectability and rapacious exploitation.  This Victorian ‘morality’ was based, not on honour or decency, but notions so despicable that modern society has been forced to legislate against them.

The rapacity of the Victorian world should have been brought into question when it was discovered that huge numbers of young Englishmen were unfit for service in the Great War due to malnutrition.  Instead everything was put on hold whilst we enjoyed the First World War, the Depression, and the Hitler War, fifty years of non-stop butchery where a more overt breed of ‘morality’ was practiced, one which involved, on a massive scale, the Murder of the Innocents.

In 1945, the year the Hitler War ended, the world began to pick up the pieces. For a time the old order, the old Victorian order tried to re-establish its paternalism, its old ‘born to rule’ patterns of control.  But it was much too late. The best of Edwardian manhood was blood and bone in Flanders fields.  Within about ten years of this horror the West would be bankrupt.  And within a few years more, by 1945, we’d be mourning the deaths of tens of millions more.

Ten years later, in the mid 1950’s, suddenly, Elvis Presley and Bill Haley.  This changed the world so markedly that the dreams of a return to an Edwardian England disappeared forever.  Out went the guiltily erotic gentility of ballroom dancing, to be replaced by the appalling chaos of rock and roll.  The old order was outraged.  Singers were banned, bands were banned, Elvis’s pelvis was banned, and bands of banners banded together bearing banners emblazoned with bans against the bands of banned bands.  All to no avail.

This exciting movement amongst young people grew til it swept away the old order.  There was a belief that good could replace horror, a sense, reaffirmed or re-discovered, that people were basically, good, decent and honourable.  There was also a very strong sense that ‘…too many people had died…’ that the cynical manipulation by the old waistcoats and bowlers had to stop.  There were massive protests against ‘the bomb’, against nuclear proliferation, against the draft, against the Vietnam War.  The ragged regiments of the old order became afraid.  They felt, not only were their political beliefs being threatened, but that everything they understood might collapse.  Something must be done.

A rapacious Victorian to her fingertips, Margaret Thatcher came to power in the late Seventies, and set about reclaiming the ascendancy of the ‘ruling class’.  In the wake of Edward Heath, who had already quadrupled the price of oil, she threw Keynes out of the window and, on the advice of the Chicago School of Economics, in the person of Prof. Milton Friedman, set in place a system of economic management which almost guaranteed today’s international bankruptcy.  Calculatedly, the  idealism of the sixties was driven to the wall and replaced with a campaign of bare-faced rapacity, coldly designed to demonstrate who was really in charge.

Over thirty years later, the revenge of rapacity over idealism is all around us.

Oh, and it’s our fault; we didn’t work hard enough.  If only we’d worked harder this collapse would never have happened.  We’ve only ourselves to blame.

If ours were a real democracy, the people who brought about our present economic collapse should be in jail.  It’s not, and they’re not.

Inspiration.

Quick, so the intensity’s not lost,
Hang out the white nets,
Wild birds won’t wait for ripeness,
Enough to sack a city.

The New Year nets I hung round
My apple trees, stopped a hawk,
A bat-hung, watchful windsock,
Daring me to stand my ground.

Nets,cut loose, had half disguised
Old heretic painted eyes,
Silt the Saviour, Set divides,
Godhead. Gaping, mesmerised.

This Moor’s murderer overcrowds my mind.
Mark how this ghost has undermined our rhyme,
Before Osiris, my race, already old,
Had ushered daylight, turned the sky, old mole!

I am an eel in the river,
I am an oak in the forest,
I am the felloes of Heaven,
I am the passage of light.

I’ve set my nets in the mind’s eye,
Alert for the blur
Of tachyon, meteor,
A windfall of passage hawks.

IRA MAINE

Editorial comment. This dispatch has been chosen to end “Our new community” series.  It talks about change within the Walpri and wider communities.  It was first published on 20/8/2010. (Note 1: to translate foreign text copy and paste into “google tranlate”.  Note 2. Walpri are a group of indigenous people originating (broadly speaking) from the Tanimi Desert region North West of Alice Springs in Central Australia.

Yasu! Καλημέρα φίλοι μου

Warlpiri society has made some amazing adjustments in the more than three decades I have lived in Yuendumu.
So has mainstream society.
Recently, a newly appointed officer in charge took over at Yuendumu Police Station. She and her partner make no secret of their lesbianism. Two decades ago she would not have been appointed. She would probably have lost her job the moment she peeped out of the closet. Isn’t it great how much more tolerant Australian society has become?
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Sb4AdU6rbFc
In 1971 my sister became an unmarried mother. Several times she was approached in the hospital with a form to sign away her daughter: ”Are you sure you want to keep this baby? Aren’t you being unrealistic?…” She was 21. The girl in the next bed was 16, and suffered even greater pressure. Both had supportive parents and got to keep their babies. Many parents disowned their wayward daughters. They forced them to have backyard abortions or they gave the babies away and locked their daughters up in a convent, depending on which end of the Christian spectrum they belonged to.
Unmarried mothers these days are not only tolerated, but supported . Isn’t it great how much more tolerant Australian society has become?
Around the same time in Yuendumu, Napangardi was 15 when she gave birth to twins. Compulsory taking of children was no longer acceptable, so she was able to stand her ground against the authorities that had decided without consultation that one of the twins should be given away. Napangardi continues to be happily married and has five grandchildren. These days Napangardi would be encouraged to keep her twins. Her husband would be in trouble, and so he should, fancy putting someone up the duff just because you fancy them? Isn’t it great how much more tolerant Australian society has become?
When a girl under 16 has a baby, the law, the almighty law, requires the authorities to be notified.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9WutcqTlgRI
Pregnant Warlpiri girls are known to stay away from the clinic so as not to get their boyfriends into trouble. It is their contribution to statistical outcomes. Their little bit to help Close the Gap.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ANDbq0N0MzU
A while ago two young Yuendumu men (18 & 19) were charged and convicted with sex with a minor. The sex they engaged in was straight and consensual. They have been forever stigmatised and their future severely restricted. They will never ever be able to take on teaching or work with youth. The injustice of it all! They will not be able to become scout masters or be in charge of a children’s choir nor is the priesthood now within their reach. The mainstream will elude them. They are criminals.
One of them is one of Yuendumu’s best young footballers, he might have become the next Liam Jurrah. Now the AFL wouldn’t touch him with a ten foot bargepole, after all they are so squeaky clean.
He’s a criminal. Isn’t it great how much more tolerant Australian society has become?
Here’s a song suggested by my sister. She was eight years old when it was a hit. She knows all the words. She sang them to me on the phone. All of them.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=abEJIdE-LJo
“… Do we have the right to question?….” σίγουρα δεν είναι!
Three decades ago promised marriages and polygamy were common in Warlpiri society. Many of these marriages were very successful and there are many good reasons for people living a hunter-gatherer existence to have such a social fabric. Yuendumu society no longer lives a hunter-gatherer existence, although much of hunter-gatherer values and Weltanschawuung persist.
When a young couple fell in love, their families would be shamed and the young couple banished from their parental homes. They would run away. The girl would be chased by a party of old men that would go into Alice Springs with boomerangs and spears and attempt to bring her back to the husband that she was promised to. Such face saving punitive parties became ever less frequent, and increasingly old men felt less compelled to insist on their conjugal rights.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Lxw_lDchA3A
Young couples are no longer ostracised. They are welcomed into their extended families and their babies well looked after.
As I said before Warlpiri society has made some amazing adjustments. All of this without an “Emergency Response”. Without much Intervention.
“Cultural survival is not about preservation, sequestering indigenous peoples in enclaves like some sort of zoological specimens. Change itself does not destroy a culture. All societies are constantly evolving. Indeed a culture survives when it has enough confidence in its past and enough say in its future to maintain its spirit and essence through all the changes it will inevitably undergo……..It is not change that will destroy culture but power.’…… Poly-kala! Junga-nyayini
— Wade Davis; Radio National, Big Ideas program; The Massey Lectures, ‘Century of the Wind’, 25-2-2010
 http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zbnJo88kuP8