Since May 2016, I’ve become acutely aware that I am under surveillance, day and night. My privacy has been stolen from me and I’m not happy about it.
Since I am a law-abiding citizen with no criminal record, I can only assume that those responsible for tracking my movements and associations are doing so for a combination of political and/or economic reasons. While I can understand the private sector investing in the surveillance of politically active people in this way, I have deep ethical objections to the use of any public resources in support of such a campaign. I suspect that many other concerned Australian citizens would share this sentiment. I won’t speculate as to who might be coordinating these efforts, but I will say that it is comprehensive. I suspect the techniques used have been honed over many decades, including through the monitoring of progressive social and environmental movements, including the opposition to the Vietnam war, apartheid, nuclear weapons and the animal rights movement.
If you’re shaking your head in disbelief, or flatly dismissing my claim as delusional, I can assure you that I have seen enough and corroborated with others to have total confidence in my own observations and analyses. I know other people who have had similar experiences and made similar observations during their investigative, whistle-blowing or political work. While the surveillance I am presently experiencing itself is passive (ie. bystanders placed in locations everywhere I go, augmented by the monitoring of my communications) the effect is pervasive, intrusive and effectively inescapable. My only refuges are private residences and the psychological impact is pronounced. My life has been studied to such an extent that all my movements are either anticipated or intercepted, even when travelling in regional areas.
Perhaps I have my own curiosity to blame?
Back in 2011, I began full-time work on my first documentary feature film, Cuttlefish Country (soon to be completed). Through this work I have explored the history of industrial development in the Spencer Gulf region of South Australia, and I have come to understand the politics surrounding major industrial development. I have also gained insights into relationships between major corporations and the public sector. I have discovered entrenched cultures of secrecy, enshrined in law, which in my opinion, betray the public interest.
In response, I have lodged over 100 Freedom of Information requests, across a range of topics with South Australia’s Department of Premier and Cabinet in 2016 alone. I have also lodged further requests with several Federal departments and agencies. You can see these on the website RightToKnow.org.au, where my applications and their results are published into the public domain I have been fortunate enough to have been supported by a small but very generous group of donors. They have assisted me with paying the administrative costs associated with obtaining the deliberations and decision-making processes of various government bodies and releasing them into the pubic domain. I refer to this work as public interest research.
In 2015, I became a member of the press gang attending to the Nuclear Fuel Cycle Royal Commission in South Australia, as an independent documentary filmmaker. I also participated in the Commission’s processes as a South Australian citizen, writing submissions during the establishment of its Terms of Reference, during the Commission itself, and more recently to the South Australian parliament, where a joint committee is considering the Commission’s findings.
Since May 2016, when the Royal Commission handed over its report to the Government of South Australia, the monitoring of my activities became too obvious to falsely interpret. I’ve had cars lurking in my street, cars parked on roadsides with drivers in them anticipating or logging my movements, and a rolling stock of faces everywhere I go… from supermarkets, to cafes and public parks.
So here I am… documentary filmmaker, public interest researcher and full-time surveillance target.
I can no longer find peace in any public place… but this has only strengthened my resolve to press on with my inquiries.
And of course, I’ll continue to respond creatively. Here’s a poem I wrote yesterday, inspired by the events of 2016:
I see the way you look at me
with your cover story
and your hollow eyes.
Playing it cool
that reflect attention
and hide your inhumanity.
You tell me you're not the type
but I'm no fool.
There is no 'type'.
Bold, arrogant, precocious.
I've seen it all,
including your soul:
ghoulish, twisted, perfect.
You log the lives of innocents
drawing their light
into your darkness
to feed the vampires.
I mentioned your eyes
now darting sideways,
hand on face, a stretch, a yawn
a twitching leg.
You want to run, compelled to stay.
I'm a body to you, a target.
I get that.
It's nothing personal.
You have a job to do.
Dan Monceaux, 2 October 2016.