Fiction | Flaming dolls

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Article
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Fiction

I first became aware of the flaming doll at 7.41am, May 16. This was a Wednesday. Irvine St at that time of day, in the middle of the week, was normally quiet and unremarkable. Greenway was a new, well-ordered suburb, occupied mainly by young families. On a Wednesday morning the most you would expect to hear was a radio or TV, as families ate their breakfast and children prepared for school.

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Polemic
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Civil liberties

Adjudicating aberrance: Assange and the Australian state

The coalition government, Labor opposition, and much of the Australian intellectual, cultural and media commentariat has in recent years consistently betrayed, not merely an important Australian citizen, but the very ethos we like to imagine is uniquely our own: the capacity to adjudicate moral conflict with decency and good sense, an attention to facts, and an egalitarian concern with a ‘fair go’ for all.

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Article
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Politics
War

The secretive world of Australia’s arms exports

While Italy, Germany, Belgium and several other countries have implemented weapons bans or suspensions on the Saudi-led coalition, Australia has stayed silent. This troubling reticence is indicative of an arms export policy that is as lucrative as it is opaque, with precise details about what weapons and other military items are being sold, who they are being sold to and for what purpose, shielded from public scrutiny.

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Article
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Refugees

Tamir and the longest-running protest camp in Europe

‘I used to believe in all that stuff in textbooks, about human rights and the Nobel Peace Prize. I had seen how well they treated stray dogs in Norway, putting clothes and little shoes on them in the snow, and I thought surely they could help me. But it is just an illusion—rights only apply to those people who they accept, who they accept as human, and I was not one of them. It is my dream, once in life, just to be normal in the airport, to not be stopped, to not be put in a separate line, to not be looked at like I am something strange, something different.’