Teachers, Education Assistants and even some
Principals and Deputies took industrial action recently. They were protesting
at the Western Australian government’s proposed cuts to staffing and school
budgets. In a great display of solidarity, those at the coal face of education
let the politicians know, in the strongest way they could, that what are claimed
as “education reforms” are in fact savage cuts to school funds and a reduction of
staff who facilitate worthwhile education support programmes.
To show how much they cared, the teachers, their assistants
and administrators went on strike. They withdrew their labour. Consequently,
they all sacrificed a half a day’s pay to make their point. Very commendable.
As someone said, you cannot make an omelette without cracking eggs, which is a
much nicer way of saying that there is no gain without some pain.
Their industrial actions reminded me of a time back
in the late 1970s when I was faced with the dilemma of taking industrial action
and sacrificing a full day’s pay. Memory fades but I think it was 1978 and the
Teachers Union was in dispute with the Education Department over a proposed
change to the Education Regulations which had to do with the definition of
“Misconduct”. A teacher found guilty of misconduct can be dismissed. The
Department was attempting to widen the definition of misconduct, which it said
was in everyone’s best interests. Wisely, teachers knew differently and their
union called for a one day strike in protest. I think it was around the same
time that the then Premier, Sir Charles Court, passed law 54B which said that a
gathering of three or more people could be deemed to be an unlawful gathering,
so there was a bit of militancy in the air.
At that time my official title was Deputy Principal
– Primary, Donnybrook District High School. In this position I was the
Principal of 280 primary school children and the 12 or so full time and part
time teachers. I shared an office with the Secondary Deputy Principal, my very
good friend, Clem Combes. Clem and I had
some great adventures together, but he has since passed away and is sadly
missed by me. As it happened, I was also the President of the Donnybrook
District High School branch of the Teachers’ Union and Clem was the branch Secretary/Treasurer.
I became the union’s branch president soon after I
first moved to Donnybrook in 1975. On a hot Friday afternoon in late February I
was invited to attend the Annual General Meeting of the school’s branch of the
teachers union. The meeting was to be held at Clem’s house, which was situated
about ten kilometres out of town on very pretty farmland belonging to his
wife’s family. The invitation was also extended to my wife and family. We were
told to bring some meat, salad and refreshments, as the practice was to have a pleasant
barbecue after the union meeting finished. Oh, and don’t forget your bathers.
Clem has a pool.
Being new to the district, I travelled rather slowly
along strange and narrow roads. I
arrived with my wife and children about ten minutes after the union meeting had
commenced. After exchanging the usual greetings and introductions, Clem, who
was conducting the meeting, promptly vacated the chair and informed me, that in
my absence I had been nominated to fill the position of Branch President of the
Union and that my nomination had been accepted unanimously. I can also say that
not only had my nomination been accepted unanimously but, when Clem announced
the situation to me, it brought forth gales of raucous laughter and much
merriment from the staff members and their spouses. Welcome to Donnybrook.
Clem later
explained that the school principal was almost invariably the President of the
union branch. In those days that was quite true. In most country towns the principal
was usually the union branch president. Up until the early 1980s the position
of president of the SSTUWA was invariably filled by a working primary or
secondary school principal or deputy principal.
The school’s union meeting lasted for about thirty minutes.
The following barbecue lasted for about seven hours. It went well into the
early hours of Saturday. We all made good use of Clem’s pool as we enjoyed each
others’ company and learned a little about each other on that warm summer
night.
For the reader worried about the welfare of children at this late night soiree I will point out that in the country everyone drives station wagons in which children are safely bedded down on mattresses, pillows and rugs and they are checked on regularly.
For the reader worried about the welfare of children at this late night soiree I will point out that in the country everyone drives station wagons in which children are safely bedded down on mattresses, pillows and rugs and they are checked on regularly.
The next morning I awoke with the knowledge that,
not only was I now the new President of the school’s branch of the teachers’
union, but that my wife and I had fallen in with group of very dedicated party
lovers. I felt good about that. Unfortunately, that morning, my head was also letting
me know that party lovers have to pay the consequences. I felt bad about that
for most of the day.
Life in Donnybrook was more than pleasant. I found
that I enjoyed being responsible for the primary school, working with very good
staff and supportive parents in the interests of the children. The social life
was also more than pleasant. There was the tennis club and golf club and I also
became actively involved with the cricket and the football clubs. I organised
the junior under 15 cricket team which played home and away fixtures against teams from other towns on Saturday
mornings. In the afternoons I umpired one of the senior cricket games at Egan
Park. There were three senior cricket teams in Donnybrook; The Colts, The Old
Boys and The Footballers. Donnybrook people are very friendly folk. They are
also generally very independent and fiercely competitive. Games between any of
the three Donnybrook teams were played at a combative level just one grade
below that of all out warfare. They made Ashes Test Matches look like games of
Ring around Rosie at the local kindergarten. Umpiring, to say the least,
was very interesting.
Despite the very persistent sledging and the angry and aggressive short pitched bowling on display during their cricket matches, the players from both sides were always able to meet at the local hotel after the game for a social occasion and have a friendly chat and a drink or two, or three or four or more! At least until the fights broke out! Well, it wasn’t called Donnybrook for nothing.
Despite the very persistent sledging and the angry and aggressive short pitched bowling on display during their cricket matches, the players from both sides were always able to meet at the local hotel after the game for a social occasion and have a friendly chat and a drink or two, or three or four or more! At least until the fights broke out! Well, it wasn’t called Donnybrook for nothing.
Apart from my role in the teachers union, at the end
of 1975 I became Secretary of the Donnybrook Football Club. This eventually led
to me being appointed as the club’s first General Manager in late 1976, or
indeed the first General Manager of any club in the South West National
Football League. But that really is another story.
Yes, life in Donnybrook was much more than pleasant.
Life was beautiful. It was like being gently massaged with a warm and soothing
ointment, then, one day in 1978, a fly flew into the ointment. I read in the
West Australian that teachers were not happy with the department’s plans to
change the Education Regulations and that industrial action was likely. A day
or two later I received a notice from the Teachers’ Union that a strike had
been called for the following Tuesday.
As branch President I called an after school meeting
of union members, which comprised about 75% of the 30 staff, primary and
secondary. Donnybrook people are on the
whole independent and conservative and not really in favour of unions or strike
action of any kind. Because of the Education Department’s “Cupid Effect” many
of the female teachers were married to local farmers who were particularly not
in favour of strike action.
The “Cupid Effect” is the phenomenon caused by the
Education Department sending beautiful young ladies out to country teaching
positions where they soon form romantic attachments with robust and
enthusiastic farm boys. This generally leads to matrimony. Especially prone are
the beautiful young girls that the department trains to be Home Economics
teachers. Farm boys find it very hard to resist a beautiful girl who is also
skilled in household and financial management procedures. They say in the
Second World War the life expectancy of a tail gunner in combat was about two
minutes. In the same way, Home Economics teachers last about two months before
they are snapped up, generally by one of handsome sons of the district’s landed
gentry. But I digress.
At the union branch meeting I informed those present
about the call for a strike and the reasons why. I said everyone’s views on the
matter should be respected. There was some discussion about what would happen
to the children and what penalties could be invoked against anyone going on
strike. I explained that non-union members would supervise the children and that
anyone on strike would lose a day’s pay.
As it turned out only two staff members went on
strike on that Tuesday, Clem Combes and I. Oh, solidarity, wherefore art thou?
Clem and I decided on the day of the strike that we
would be better off staying well away from the school. We drove to Dunsborough
and spent the morning fishing and enjoying an occasional stubby. Well, maybe
more than just occasionally. It was quite an enjoyable morning, but we only
managed to catch five very small herring who had obviously been separated from
their main school. A bit like Clem and me, really.
At around one o’clock we decided to pull up the anchor and head home. On the way back home Clem said that he had built a smoke box so that, after we had cleaned and filleted our catch, we could smoke them and then enjoy a late lunch with a cleansing ale or two. It sounded good to me. We set the fire going in the smoker and at the appropriate time inserted our measly catch. Those five filleted, smoked herring looked very small and lonely on the plate, so we topped up our late lunch with some bread, cheeses and dry biscuits.
At around one o’clock we decided to pull up the anchor and head home. On the way back home Clem said that he had built a smoke box so that, after we had cleaned and filleted our catch, we could smoke them and then enjoy a late lunch with a cleansing ale or two. It sounded good to me. We set the fire going in the smoker and at the appropriate time inserted our measly catch. Those five filleted, smoked herring looked very small and lonely on the plate, so we topped up our late lunch with some bread, cheeses and dry biscuits.
Eventually, we were ready to eat. We savoured our
smoked herring as if they were some epicurean masterpiece. As President of the
Donnybrook branch of the teachers’ union I thought it appropriate to say a few
words. I proposed a toast to ourselves, saying that Clem and I had struck a
blow for teachers’ rights and thoroughly deserved our meal, even if it had cost
us both a day’s pay.
“I’ll drink to that,” said Clem, “and I hope they
taste nice because, at a cost of about a hundred dollars, plus petrol and
drinks, they are the most expensive fish I have ever eaten.”
Well, at that price we probably didn’t get much value for
our money. What we did get was a change of attitude by the Education
Department. The regulations were not altered and industrial peace settled once
more over the beautiful hamlet of Donnybrook.
Maybe we should have just stayed at home and made
omelettes?