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I'm Tony Whelan and I live in Australia's federal capital, Canberra.   I was born in 1947 at Frankston, near  Melbourne, the first of three children in a working-class family.  I left school at 16 to do a telecommunications apprenticeship, at the completion of which I spent two years on compulsory Army service in the late 1960s. 

In 1972 I moved to Townsville in North Queensland and took a degree in arts  at James Cook University, which is where at age 27 I finally came to understand that I was gay. Call me a slow learner if you like, but in my teens and early twenties there were no role models, support groups, magazines, or sources of valid information. The only information was disinformation - lies and ludicrous fantasies by ignorant self-appointed medical "experts" portraying gay men as psychopaths or pathetic misfits. Take a look at Medicine and Politics for my observations on medicine's history of persecuting minority groups.

People didn't talk about things that "weren't nice" in those days. I thought I was alone; not surprisingly, those long years of loneliness left their mark on me. By the time I was thirty I was adamant that I would not be complicit in inflicting that "conspiracy of silence" on the next generation.

In 1978 I moved to Perth,  and joined the Australian public service, working in social security & veterans' portfolios.  I completed a graduate course in psychology, though I have never worked in that profession for a living (call it empathy-deficit if you like!).

I was heavily involved with the gay liberation movement, leading a number of marches through the streets of Perth in the late seventies, and publishing a Gay Lib newsletter distributed at the tertiary campuses. Later I became involved with the running of Perth's Gay Counselling Service (as it was then called) as Assistant Director and later Director. 

In Western Australia, I and my partner could have been jailed for 14 years for sleeping together; you could get a shorter jail sentence for killing someone! Not surprisingly then, during my years in Perth I was involved with several campaigns aimed at decriminalising gay male sexuality, my last being the 1989 "partial" reform (which resulted in the discriminatory age of consent of 21, only recently rectified). 

I was one of the founding members of the Western Australian AIDS Council in the mid 1980s, and was politically active in that area till 1986, when I realised my over-commitment was wrecking my health and my relationships with others. After that, my activism was confined to just being an openly "out" gay man.

I moved from Perth to Canberra in 1992 and have become very fond of the national capital. I have also become very tired of sloppy journalists talking about "Canberra" when they mean "the federal government". Parliamentarians from everywhere else come here and make decisions, but somehow we get the blame.

Canberrans don't run the country; we don't even have the same rights as the 6 states. The federal minister for territories can and does intervene in our local planning decisions. Our territory assembly can and does have its laws over-ridden by federal parliament. As a territory we are permitted only two federal senators whereas Tasmania (with only marginally greater population) gets 12 senators. It's high time the two mainland territories became states.

In 1997 I took a retrenchment package from the public service, and in my spare time learned to box. I later became involved in tournament judging and administration. I was the founder of Boxing ACT, the body responsible for Olympic boxing in the Capital Territory. I am an Oceania-level boxing judge, and a former member of the national Council of Boxing Australia. 

I am now retired from the workforce. Over the years I have worked as an electronics technician, soldier, student union president, bar attendant, mining camp labourer, clerk, AIDS Council manager, computer programmer, project officer, IT systems tester, public service manager, IT trainer, policy researcher, computer help desk analyst, and desktop support consultant. I like to think I'm flexible ;)

I  have done quite a bit of family history research which I have published for my families some years ago. I owe a great debt to my parents (both now dead), who gave me the best start they could in the lean years after world war two. They had a hard start to married life, with few luxuries.  When I finally managed to "come out" to my parents and my sister and brother, I received their total support - if only every gay person could be so fortunate. Despite the wasted and lonely years of asexuality in my teens and early twenties, it seems to me that I've had a rather easy life and every year seems better than the last.

I am an atheist and believe in living life to the full because there isn't going to be another one afterwards. Whilst I respect people's right to believe in an after-life, it's irrational and ridiculous to me and I assert my right to criticise all religion as an impediment to freedom and justice.

Some demand we show "respect" for their religion. I quote HL Mencken (1925): "even a superstitious man has certain inalienable rights.  He has a right to harbour and indulge his imbecilities as long as he pleases, provided only he does not try to inflict them upon other men by force.  He has a right to argue for them as eloquently as he can, in season and out of season ... But ... he has no right to be protected against the free criticism of those who do not hold them.  He has no right to demand that they be treated as sacred.  He has no right to preach them without challenge."

I have experienced being the target of gay-hate violence. Half a dozen thugs with baseball bats attacked me not so many years ago right here in our lovely capital city. If I weren't both lucky and prepared to stand up for myself, I would have died that night.  We have certain politicians and certain religious fanatics to thank for the continued existence of anti-gay violence. They talk about "family values" but they don't include us in their definition of "family". The same double-talk was used by the Nazis over 60 years ago, to justify the murder of countless innocent people. It seems to me that the moral bigots of today are just as deranged as Hitler was.

I am committed to equal rights for gay and lesbian people (and for that matter for everyone).  Over the years I've lobbied politicians, led street marches, been arrested for civil disobedience, taken governments to court, and initiated criminal prosecutions which saw  thugs sent to prison.  I've done my little bit to change the way society treats gay people, and I did so because I remember all too clearly the pious lies, hypocrisy, deception and persecution that marked the decades when I grew up. To get a realistic picture of just how hypocritical and punitive western society has been towards gay men and lesbians, take a look at Remember Those Who Kicked Down the Doors

I'm not a door-mat.  My contribution to the nation and to humanity is no less worthy than anyone else's, and I won't consent to being treated as a second-class citizen by people who don't approve of my sexuality.

I'm here and I'm queer and I do what I do, and I'm not gonna wear a straitjacket for you
Tom Robinson: 'The Last Word' from the Having It Both Ways album. Cooking Vinyl: COOK CD 097 ©1996

Whilst all Australian states and territories have now decriminalised same-sex relationships, we are still not accorded any recognition by social security, superannuation, health and taxation systems controlled by the federal government. Though we pay for our share, we don't receive our share.  And our schools are still reluctant to teach kids that gay sexuality is ok, and many schools and teachers turn a blind eye to victimisation and bashing. Anyone who tries to oppose anti-gay propaganda is accused of trying to "promote" homosexuality to children.

It's easy however to be over-focused on your own situation. Whilst gay people have indeed endured a history of oppression, the treatment of Australia's indigenous people, the original owners of this land, has been utterly appalling. Anyone who thinks otherwise should read "Why weren't we told?"  by Henry Reynolds. I was one of Henry's history students at James Cook University in 1973 and am grateful to him for opening my eyes to the self-serving lies we had all been taught by white historians intent on obfuscating the truth and denying the achievements of indigenous Australians.  

Whilst in the past half-century we have achieved a much fairer and more decent society than the one into which I was born, we have much more work to do before we can claim that the Lucky Country is truly a fair society.  That gives me great hope for the future, but progress must always be fought for;  if we take it for granted  it will be taken away. The Returned Services League (RSL) is not a body I care to be a member of, as it's leadership has long been hijacked by racists and homophobes; but their motto is a good one: The Price of Liberty is Eternal Vigilance.

My own motto, more succinct than the RSL's but with a similar message, was borrowed from the ACTUP activists of the 1980s: Silence equals death.

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This page was last updated on 6 August 2006