Bert Kelly, Australian Rural Times, August 2-7, 1990, p. 9.
A young man was anxiously parading outside the labour ward, awaiting the birth of his first child. After a day and a half the nurse emerged carrying a white bundle, and laid it in his arms.
“How wonderful!” he said gratefully. “Is it a boy or a girl?” The nurse replied “a girl”. “Thank God for that”, the young man said, “I wouldn’t want any son of mine to go through what I have been through in the last few days!”
That’s how I feel about politics.
I wouldn’t want any son of mine to go through the confusion I suffered as a Member of Parliament.
I was elected in 1958 as a member of the Liberal and Country League in South Australia. When I arrived in Canberra I was uncertain if I was a member of the Liberal or the Country Party.
My electorate of Wakefield was largely rural and I had always been taught that the Country Party was really a farmers’ party. And even then I had a vague interest in tariffs and I knew that the Country Party had a prominent plank in its platform in favour of tariff reduction.
However, just as I was heading toward the Country Party room, Senator Rex Pearson, who had been a member with me on our state Advisory Board of Agriculture, headed me off and, whispering behind his hand, told me that the chief architect of high tariffs in the government then was John McEwen, the venerated leader of the Country Party.
He told me too that the Country Party was then, and indeed still is, after changing its name to the National Party, an earnest supporter of government intervention in orderly marketing schemes of all kinds.
So I swerved away and headed to the Liberal Party room. It was a narrow escape. But you can understand how this first experience of party politics confused me.
So I tried to settle down in the Liberal Party but I still got confused.
I knew that Liberals believed in free enterprise and frowned on government intervention and it was on these philosophies that I had been reared so I thought that all would be plain sailing.
When I went to political meetings I was glad that, after singing the National Anthem, we would spend the next 10 minutes or so worshipping at the free enterprise altar. That out of the way, we would settle down to really important matters like asking for a superphosphate subsidy, increased government expenditure on education, roads, hospital and other nice things in our electorate.
But, of course, taxation had to be lowered.
So you can see that there were grounds for confusion in the mind of an ordinary Liberal member but I felt that I could depend on our Liberal leaders sticking to principles which they propounded so eloquently, particularly when overseas.
So when Mr Fraser, then our leader, in a fine speech at Lusaka in Africa, said:
Defensive protectionist policies exacerbate the situation with which they are meant to deal, in that they result in an inefficient use of labour and capital resources.
They are inimical to general economic recovery and put the development of developing countries in jeopardy.
I was greatly gratified that, at last, he seemed to be seeing the tariff problem clearly.
But you can imagine how confused I became when, as soon as he got home, he increased the protection on cars, textiles, clothing and footwear.
The Labor Party government confuses me also. We are all concerned about the way our trade balance gets worse every week. Mr Keating worries about it too but he doesn’t think it is really his fault. He says that most of the deficit is caused by the behaviour of the private sector of the economy.
He has a surplus of $9 billion so the fault must lie with us, the private sector. But then, often in the same speech, you will hear him proudly proclaiming that his government has been responsible for increasing employment in Australia by about 1.5 million people since they became the government.
But he knows that most of the increase in employment has been in the private sector.
He evidently does not see anything incongruous in claiming the credit for anything the private sector does well and denying the responsibility when it does badly.
So you can see how I get confused. When I started getting confused in 1958 I thought I would get over it soon.
I haven’t, I think I have got worse. It is the way people run with the hares and hunt with the hounds that confuses me.