When in Australia last month thousands of documents were published in The Guardian detailing various human rights abuses and crimes committed against detained asylum seekers in the country's offshore 'camps' at Nauru (a previous Australian protectorate, the tiny island nation, now largely bankrupt after the excessive mining of phosphate - the island's only natural resource that made the country extremely rich for a period of time).
I was thinking of this history which includes Nauru taking Australia to the ICJ in 1989 over what it claimed to be Australia's 'actions during its administration of Nauru' and 'failure to remedy the environmental damage' caused by excessive mining. I was thinking of this today, crouched fully clothed by the swimming-pool (on my way to the beach) here on holiday listening to a man from Ivory Coast tell me about his country's recent history and thinking about how the countries may change, but the relationships remain the same.
'Tales from the desert camps' is probably still my favourite piece of long-form journalism published to date; taking as it does an early look at the experiences of those working in Australia's immigration detention system that in that era saw the mass detention of all arrivals in remote prison-like centres set up in former military bases in the Australian desert.
My interest then, as now was how these Australians felt about their experience of working in places where children routinely (then as now) cut the word 'freedom' into their bodies; where extreme violence was seen on a daily basis - harsh physical restraints, beatings; during riots, the use of water cannon and tear gas; the repeated use of isolation - and roles within families shifted, as parents progressively became unable to care for or protect those they loved. I was interested to hear how these Australian staff members understood their role within this system and how they managed their feelings of guilt and complicity.