About: Bill Green

I’m a muckraking (and award winning) novelist and screenwriter. I write political satire(3), general fiction (3), historical (1) investigative crime (8); all with a black and comic humour. Publishers dislike me changing genres. This touches a publishing secret: writers must stay within genre so they’re easier to promote.

I was news editor and chief of staff of Barton’s Sunday Observer, a co-founding editor, with Michael Cannon, of the The Sunday Review (later Nation Review), and was chief of the re-write desk of The Toronto Telegram. In the early seventies I was a press secretary and speech writer for deputy prime minister Jim Cairns. I also designed RMIT’s screenwriting course. My screen adaptation of my novel, Freud and the Nazis Go Surfing, was workshopped at Robert Redford’s Sundance Institute, and it was sold to Island Pictures and later Roadshow Coote and Carrol.

As an investigative journalist I’ve exposed some of the dark deeds of the late Kerry Packer, and forced the Federal government to allow banned, rebel journalist, Wilfred Burchett into the country. I flew out in a plane paid for by Gordon Barton and flew in under the threat of bomb threats organised by an individual from a rival media group. Revealed that no one is weighing the global warming gases caused by war. They’re still not.

As a muckraking novelist I’ve exposed Australia’s, the US’s and Indonesia’s plan to destroy East Timor under the guise of saving it (Cleaning Up, Sceptre, 92); forced the racing industry to alter it’s breeding regulations (Born Before he Wind, Rigby, 83); revealed the detail of a multi-million dollar bird smuggling industry (Dying for Paradise, Hodder, 95);given details of Hamas’s bomb plans (Pink Water Dawn, Hodder, 97); predicted that the US plans for Australia to take the planet’s nuclear waste (The Devil’s Trap … set to catch friends, Amazon, 2006). Other novels have shown society developing trends of violence and mayhem. The rampaging satire of Compulsively Murdering Mao (Hodder, 89)reveals a nation in the throes of selling itself to the US.

As a documentary maker I’ve revealed that Port Phillip Bay will have an Exxon Valdez catastrophe of its very own.


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  1. I’ve attempted to tell this story on several occasions. Many newspapers published the initial fracas back in 74 but no one has wanted it since it was revealed that the individual who wanted me removed from the bar in the Australian embassy in Peking (as it then was) became the American President. It needs to be told because at the heart of the event was the arrogance of those in power in America.

    I was behaving in a natural Australian way. Two Australian businessmen attending the Peking Trade Exhibition pestered me about deputy prime minister, Dr Jim Cairns, being a pinko, leftie bastard, and argued with them. Jim was there to open the Australian exhibit and talk to the appropriate minister in the Chinese government about a North Korean debt owed to an Australian businessman for a wool shipment made some years before. I was Jim’s press secretary and the two drunk pests began assaulting me in the crowded bar. I defended myself and they fell over. I visited the toilet upstairs off the foyer.

    Returning to the foyer I was accosted by our Hong Kong trade commissioner. “The ambassador has asked you to leave the embassy,” he said.

    “Why?” I asked.

    “The fisticuffs down in the bomb shelter.”

    “No, fisticuffs,” I said.

    “Are you going?” he asked.

    “No,” I said.

    He waved to the embassy guards and pointed to me, jacking the air with his thumb (it means get rid of him). I ran at them guessing that pretending I was clearing a ball from the back pocket (Australian Rules Football) would get me by them. I managed to pass them and descend the stairs, taking an aboriginal spear from the wall as I went. I found the ambassador, Stephen Fitzgerald seated at an alcove in the bar. He explained that he hadn’t asked me to leave the embassy.

    I returned to the bar where a tall American joined me. “We’ve taken a vote,” he said, “and you leave the embassy.” He didn’t tell me whether it was a secret ballot, or just a vote among those Americans present. This was George Bush, the senior representative of the US Liaison Office in China. They didn’t have an Embassy there but were riding on Australia’s coat tails, enjoying the co-operation of our Embassy.

    “Sorry,” I said, “you’re an American telling an Australian to leave the Australian embassy.” I smiled at him.

    “You go,” he said. He moved as if to grab me but I reached behind him and ripped his leather coat from him (a cheap coat with weak seams) Many people descended on me and I only caught a glimpse of him at the bomb shelter exit. He was leaving the embassy, not me. Outside there was a sea of Chinese faces watching the future President descending to his car.

    How do I know that this incident caused him so much trauma that military aggression became his pre-occupation? Well, a few years into his Presidency he visited Japan and as he approached the banquet table he saw a sea of Japanese faces observing him closely. It reminded him of the diplomatic failure he had suffered in the Australian Embassy and he vomited. He began invading small countries with all the acceptance military men have that force solves problems. And then he found Islam and was happy.

    We found Islam, along with the Bush family, and we began suspending the rule of law, the principles of habeas corpus, and using detention without charge. The very same behaviour that the terrorists employ to aid their punishments. I didn’t mean to charge up his aggression. I wouldn’t have used force against him if I had known he was likely to become an unthinking warrior.

  2. Fiction has again proven itself far ahead of the mainstream media. Richard Flanagan’s brilliant thriller, The Unknown Terrorist, outlines the scenario undergone by Mahomed Haneef. The novel ended in greater tragedy but give the Australian government ime.

  3. Have a nice day !

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