It’s Anzac Day tomorrow and I’ll be marching with other Vietnam Veterans. I have occasionally wondered what became of the multiplicity of me-too demonstrators, peaceniks and counter-culture dropkicks with which we had to contend in those years, many of them university students.
I came across an article yesterday in the April issue of Quadrant by Max Teichmann on what he believes happened to some of those students:
‘…When masses of Arts students started to pour out onto the labour market, from the beginning of the 1970s, the best jobs, often the only jobs, for the low achievers—this low achievement often the result of three years of playing revolutionary or campus bohemian—were in school-teaching, or the low churches. So our school staffs have been heavily weighed down, over the years, by autodidacts, who usually have been deadheads earlier, helped across the line by the emerging sub-culture of recycling, plagiarism, and doctors' certificates. In the ensuing three decades, these dead souls from the sixties have gained virtual hegemony over education, the arts, and latterly the media. The accession of the Untermensch. Which only goes to show what shallow roots these institutions had struck here in the first place.’