A NATIONAL TREASURE is Evan Whitton.

Evan, is an investigative journalist of the old school of independence, careful probing and research.

Now a senior citizen, he was recently interviewed by Phillip Adams on ABC-RN Late Nite Live.

In his long journalistic career Evan wrote for The Australian, The National Times and The Sydney Morning Herald.

A Reader in Journalism at UQ, Journalist of the Year, and 5 times winners of the coveted Walkey Award for National Journalism. Evan is author of Can of Worms, Amazing Scenes, The Hillbilly Dictator, Trial by Voodoo and The Cartel — Lawyers and their nine magic tricks.

This is what High Court Justice Michael Kirby said of Evan Whitton: “… an experienced and distinguished journalist … must be listened to with care … outsiders often see error more quickly because they are without preconceptions.”

Tasmanian Times readers interested in how fragile and corruptible are legal, bureaucratic and investigative processes would find no surprises in Evan’s wisdom and experience, but they may be strengthened by the resolve of a man who has doggedly searched for that elusive concept called ‘truth’.

As a former Tasmanian public servant perjoratively labelled ‘a whistleblower’, to hear Evan’s quiet but confident dialogue on the British system of ‘justice’ we inherited by default from the motherland, complete with its inherent pitfalls and vices gave me courage to make a difference.

Evan’s 50 years plus of experience has taught him the ‘systemic means’ whereby our legal, bureaucratic and governance systems exercise their strong control.  As Evan explains if they control the evidence and all the vital information, AND they control the processes of assessment and adjudication, THEN they control the outcome and the MONEY.

Seducing influence of arrogance

It’s Evan’s way of seeing the seducing influence of arrogance, hubris and absolute power. Evan is adamant about matters; if it suits person(s) within a control chain, they WILL FABRICATE.

It’s as simple as that for Evan. 
 
When I was a little kid I loved doing those games called ‘Join up the Dots’. Sometimes when I first saw a new dot shape I could almost guess what the pattern was and if I was in a hurry, I’d jump to the nearest dot. Sometimes I was right, but if I got distracted or went at it to quickly — jumping to the nearest dot without reading the numbers — it just became a mess of corrections and a personal disappointment. I learnt that if I wanted to complete the game correctly it was best to take my time, follow the numbers in sequence [1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9,10…] and not to jump to conclusions. I sometimes got a real surprise because I thought I knew what I was going to create, and I was wrong.

Despite my preconceptions, it was ALWAYS a sequence of numbers, to be taken one at a time. It taught me the value of time-lines and importance of examining sequences of events. It taught me that it wasn’t a race, but it was about staying happy!

I nominate Evan Whitton as the Australian Patron Saint of Joining the Dots!