Tall Man Documentary Review Essays

On the 17th of April, Read & Rights will meet at LOOP to discuss the human rights issues in Chloe Hooper’s The Tall Man. Here’s our review. Please send yours to jess@rightnow.org.au. For more info about the event, please click here.

Hurley had battle in his name, Cameron had doom in his. The bitter joke of reconciliation in Australia was that the lives of these two men were supposed to be weighed equally. P. 242

The Tall Man begins where the life of Cameron Doomadgee ends, in the Aboriginal community of Palm Island off Queensland’s north coast. Chloe Hooper, herself very much a part of the story, lands at the islands airstrip with a team of lawyers. Led by Andrew Boe, they are acting pro-bono on behalf of Cameron’s family in the inquest investigating Senior Sergeant Chris Hurley, the officer accused of manslaughter due to Camero Doomadgee’s death in custody.

First published in 2008, the edition I finally read after maybe ten recommendations is covered in a plethora of praise. The gold and silver circles spilling onto both covers boasted accolades authors dream of receiving. With expectations raised this high, surely I could only be disappointed.

I’ve never been less disappointed in a book.

The story follows the inquest and subsequent trial of Hurley, and all of the tension that came along with it. This was the first time an Aboriginal death in custody had ever reached a trial. The Palm Island Riots and Police Union rallies that surround the case also feature in the book, and Hooper is great at showing the disconnect of understanding between them. This isn’t a book with a right side and a wrong side. While Hurley is cast as the “Tall Man” of Aboriginal lore, this myth is not left unexplored. In fact most of the book is spent grappling with the apparent impossibility that a man devoted to his work in Indigenous communities could attack an Aboriginal man with such force that his liver is cleaved in two.

The Tall Man weaves together the lives of Cameron Doomadgee and Chris Hurley, both thirty-six years old. It takes the reader through Doomadgee’s relationships with his de-facto Tracy Twaddle, his son Eric, and his sisters. It explores Chris Hurley’s postings before Palm Island, his friendship with activist Murrandoo Yanner, his teaching Indigenous kids to drive his police car, taking them on their first trip to the city. It follows rumours to his posting in Burketown, and back to the relationship he had with the people of Palm Island.

It doesn’t just tell the story of race relations in an isolated moment in Australian history, but how the country reached that moment. Cameron Doomadgee wasn’t just a thirty-six year old Indigenous man, but part of the narrative of race relations that stretched back before he was born.

Cameron was two generations from Wild Time and he was one generation- or less, seeing as his older siblings had been raised in the dormitory – from the stolen generations. P.125

Hooper explores the Doomadgee family, and writes of its stories. Cameron’s grandmother, Lizzy Daylight, and her brother Willy, were “the ones who sang the serpent so he won’t get angry. They sing his head so he can feel heavy.”
Palm Island isn’t only the scene of Cameron Doomadgee’s death, or a backdrop for the riots, but a collision of tropical beauty (“pale green sea so luminous…I could almost see the life in it”) and dysfunction (a fourth-grader’s picture hung at the airport proclaims “I feel safe when I’m not being hunted.”) Hooper explores the island’s past as well as its present, and the human rights issues that emerged there throughout the twentieth century.

The Tall Man makes you feel unsettled, and dissatisfied with the state of human rights in Australia. Is law enforcement different depending on race? Is curiosity into incidents like those on Palm Island less fierce because the man who died was Indigenous? How is our trust in the police affected by deaths in custody? How should police respond, in order not to erode that trust? Is broader Reconciliation possible when we can’t get smaller scale interactions right?

The Tall Man: Death and Life on Palm Island by Chloe Hooper

Palm Island, November 2004. A 36 year old Aboriginal man, Cameron Doomadgee, is arrested for swearing at a police officer. He is drunk, and as they arrive at the station he strikes Senior Sergeant Christopher Hurley in the face.

45 minutes later Cameron Doomadgee is dead, his liver cleaved in two as you might see after a fatal car crash. The police say he fell on a step but others disagree. A week later there is a riot during which the police station is burnt to the ground and Hurley’s residence with it. A relief team is sent in and Hurley goes into hiding. But the case doesn’t go away. An inquest is launched, then a criminal trial. It’s the first time in Australian history that a police officer has been brought before the law to answer for the death of an Aboriginal prisoner in their care. In the process the trial comes to embody all of the hurt and guilt and prejudice that underline relations between native and white Australia.

The Tall Man is the story of what happened on that fateful morning, and all that followed. It is about Palm Island, a tropical ‘paradise’ off the Queensland coast, and the horrendous legacy of disadvantage it has been bequeathed by history. It is about Hurley and other frontier police officers, and the communities they serve. It is about Australia at the beginning of the twenty-first century. Fusing personal story with anthropology, history with mythology, and the literary acumen of a novelist with the clear eye of a reputable journalist, Chloe Hooper has written a stunning work of narrative non-fiction.  In the pantheon of the true crime genre it sits right up there with Truman Capote’s In Cold Blood.

Like the Holcomb of Capote’s work, Palm Island is an ‘out there’ sort of place, easily, and perhaps conveniently, forgotten. For much of the twentieth century it was used as a sort of island gulag reserve and missionary for Aboriginals who digressed from white rule – such offences as speaking a native language, getting pregnant to a white man, disruption or being born of mixed heritage. Although this ceased in the mid-1980s and the island now has semblance of self-rule, the impact of these ‘stolen generations’ has led to social breakdown of a quite startling proportions. The unemployment rate is somewhere around the 90% mark, incidences of alcoholism and domestic abuse are rife. When Chloe Hooper – middle-class suburbanite from Melbourne who had spent much of her twenties living abroad and “knew very little about indigenous Australia” – arrived there she describes herself as feeling “incandescently white.” Yet one of the most notable, and laudable, aspects of The Tall Man is that it is primarily about people rather than issues. Hooper gives a human face to statistics and couches much of the book in personal accounts. At one point, reflecting on the fact that Hurley and Doomadgee were each 36 years old on the day they met, she realises that if one were to deduce their life expectancy based on that of their wider communities’, Cameron had only another decade to live whereas Hurley had half his life ahead of him.

At its heart, The Tall Man is a personal journey – for both Hooper and the reader – into the heart of darkness in Australia, and an investigation of the uncomfortable troubles that lurk there. She is the perfect sort of narrator: an outsider wherever she goes who is determined to understand the wider situation and has the skill to get people to open up. Her approach is an interesting one. Neither journalist nor anthropologist, she is not content to remain on the sidelines, to look but not touch. Over the course of the book she meets people from all sides and grows close to Cameron’s family. Although originally brought in by the lawyer representing the Doomadgee family, and feeling great solidarity for them and their cause, she doesn’t let this inherent bias cloud her reportage and remains scrupulously fair to all involved. This is particularly noticeable where Christopher Hurley is concerned. An enigmatic giant standing at 6’7”, he is presented as an ambitious man who has devoted his career to working in some of the most remote and difficult communities. Hooper travels to these Torres Strait and Gulf of Carpentaria communities and meets people who describe him fondly, and tell stories about him setting up local sports clubs and taking children on trips. She meets a prominent Aboriginal activist who describes an early situation in which Hurley was confronted by his inherent racism and decided to change. Yet others who knew Hurley talk of a megalomaniac policeman with a temper, ready and willing to administer “frontier justice” should anyone transgress his authority. Hooper talks to people who celebrate this sort of no-nonsense policing as the only way to get by in hard, hard deep north, but others describe him as a bully. One of the most interesting aspects of The Tall Man is that the reader quickly comes to perceive that, while race may have been a driving factor in the public response to the case, Doomadgee’s death may not have been racially motivated at all.

It is just one of the many factors that muddy the water and leads directly to one of the many seems that run through The Tall Man: an investigation of frontier policing, and the contradictions at its heart. Hooper quotes Norman Mailer and George Orwell amongst others, and reflects upon the difficult questions that arise when one person or small group of people holds all the legal power in a community. Particularly a community as difficult as Palm Island.

“Can you step into this dysfunction and desperation and not be corrupted in some way? In a community of extreme violence, are you, too, forced to be violent? If you are despised, as the police are, might you not feel the need to be despicable sometimes? Could anyone not be overcome by “the growing regrets, the longing to escape, the powerless disgust, the surrender, the hate?””

While Hurley emerges as a multi-faceted and complex character about whom we suspend our judgement, the Queensland Police Union does not. Their behaviour, as told by Hooper, is a scandalous mix of blind ‘defend our own’ attitudes with menacing threats should the courts find against Hurley. The chapter on a rally they held in support of Hurley makes for incredibly disconcerting reading.

Indeed, The Tall Man is packed with affecting moments of all sorts. Scenes to make one angry with impotent rage, disgusted, uncomfortable or sad. But in-between these, there are passages of great humanity: a day in church with Doomadgee’s sister Elizabeth, a letter from an officer who doesn’t support the Police Union’s response. There’s a second of eye contact in court between Hooper and Hurley, the funeral of Cameron’s son who kills himself two years after his father’s death. One of the most encompassing of these is a comparison between two witnesses at the trial which comes to represent so much of the racial divide. First there is Hurley, “like TE Lawrence back from the wilderness, smooth and upstanding at the London Club.” And against him a resident of Palm Island, who was there when Doomadgee was arrested that November morning:

“Hunched slightly in her faded clothes, rolls of fat on her back, Gladys Nugent stood for everything white Australia doesn’t want to know about black Australia. She was alcoholic, diabetic, and she had heart trouble. She told the court about drinking all day and night, being bashed, binging on methylated spirits; about her partner, Roy, being in jail; about her nephew Patrick sniffing petrol and hanging himself. She had a plain, obstinate dignity. And fleetingly it was not clear who was more abject here – Gladys or the lawyer paid to hector her.”

Ostensibly about the death of Cameron Doomadgee and the case that followed, it is really about what this case says about Australia at the beginning of the twenty-first century. What Chloe Hooper finds is a nuanced and complex situation in which there are few straight-forward answers and none of them are particularly palatable. Like the case at its heart, The Tall Man is full of contradiction and inversion. Hooper seeks to understand without judgement, and to reflect without distortion. It is a thoroughly researched and important work, but one that reads like a novel. The Tall Man presents a passionate, engaging, and incredibly moving account of life on Palm Island and it is humanity that shines through brightest, even – or perhaps particularly – amidst the most vociferous outrage.

“I had wanted to know more about my country and now I did”, Hooper reflects at the end. “Now I knew more than I wanted to.”

Vintage Books, January 2010, 9780099520764, 258pp

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